Thanksgiving 2012

It’s been awhile since i’ve written to you son.  I’m sorry about that.  It’s been really hard the past month or so.  I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to call more often.  No excuses.  Self states haven’t done so and i apologize.  I wonder if you’ll ever even read these any time… i trust that you will and so i will continue to write them as i’m able.  If i dwell on it too much Alexander i can do nothing but cry and feel terribly guilty over what has happened.  Your mother took from you and i what can never be replaced.  I’m so sorry my son.

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