Hello, Dad, Its Suzie.

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Hey Dad ,
Its Suzie. First of all I really hope you remember who I am because I have spent alot of time praying for you about you and us as a family. I would be really bummed if the whole reincarnation thing was true and you are back down on earth as a bug or beast or some kid in a faraway land. My other concern is that if I do get there before too long are you going to remember who I am. Will what we had here mean anything to you then?
Does it matter to you that I got the records from the hospital about what happenend to you here in the hospital? I know it wont bring you back but I want something from this. Comfort, peace, explanation, knowledge. I can bet money it doesnt mean shit to you now.
I never thought you would have an answering machine where your at< anyway where are you that you cant answer the phone anyway?
Mom is in New Mexico at Ricky's house visiting for a month. I am so proud of her. She got on that plane by herself and transferred planes and had delays from weather and she did it. I am so proud of her. You are too I know it.
Why am I calling? well I figured a free phonecall to wherever you are is a good thing. LOL
Just wanted to let you know that I am thinking of you and doing my best to be a good MOM, Wife, Daughter, Sister, friend. I will continue to get off my ass and try to do right. I am going back to work in a few weeks and will be an example just like you asked me to be.
OK my quarter is running out gotta run. Behave up there and Dad Keep the peace brother.

oh oh oh before I go,,, If you get the chance feel free to buzz me back, home or cell is fine. you know the numbers. If you forgot just ask Jesus or God they really should know the numbers (You always said they know everything..LOL)

One more thing If you see maryellen I would love to give her a ringy ding sometime soon too so drop off her number tonight while Im sleeping. ok the end Dad , Love you and see you soon.

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