Hi, Dad. It seems that I write you mostly when I'm missing you. Your picture is on a picture board right in front of me at my desk. Sometimes, I sit here just to look at it and talk to you. Aunt Ruth has passed away. Cindy is the only one left of your brother's and sisters. I am trying to remain close to her but she has become snared first by the Republicans and then by the conspiracy therapists. She keeps trying to get me to believe there are secret tunnels from here to Europe under the ocean that deliver stolen children to an underground cavern that belongs to our current president. There, he and other Dems abuse them and then eat them. Dad, it is so ridiculous. She gets mad at me if I don't listen to all of the stuff she is learning and believing in and tells me I am closed-minded and stubborn. She is always shouting at me. I made a promise to myself, tho, that because she was there for me when Mom and the rest of my family turned against me because of Roger, I would
