Dear Dad,
I only thought about you once today, when Mom and I sat on the porch looking at the stars. Mom started crying. She tried to hide it, but I could tell.
I started humming “Rainy Days and Mondays” because I know that’s one of her favorite songs and favorite songs make everyone feel better.
In a few minutes, she was singing along but changed the word Mondays to Saturdays. Then we were both laughing and somehow crying at the same time. Which was weird.
You know what else was weird? I didn’t feel weak when I cried. I felt stronger.
It made me glad I left your guitar at your apartment. Maybe you should start singing again.
Love,
Kate