Dear Hayley,

I can’t help but be a little sad today. My dad loves Easter: the hymns, the baskets, the bunnies. Although I laugh if I recall that he liked shooting the bunnies on the old farm! (Wait, laughing at dead bunnies isn’t funny. It’s hard to keep track of what is and isn’t funny.) My brother is visiting him this weekend, and reports that Beauregard Lee is doing very well indeed. But when I look at this picture my brother sent, I see sadness in my dad. Maybe he’s my mirror, and I just see sadness in myself.

What are you all doing today? Tell me more about your dad, and what you see in him. By the way, we are having lamb for dinner. Beau once stopped my 11th grade class from dissecting a lamb’s brain. He called my teacher to tell her that lamb’s brains carry the “Scrapie” disease. That was funny!

Love,

Nancy