Dearest Mouse,
You have no idea how much I want to throw my phone across the room right now. Preferably at your Uncle Nick's head, but I'll take just about any target that I can get at the moment. The only problem is that I'm stuck pacing the floor while you are in surgery.
According to the doctors, there are some head injuries, so I should make a note of what I found out had happened in case you couldn't help provide clues to what happened.
According to Nick, you, your cousins Ace and Deuce, were helping him clear some land to lay a foundation for an apartment building. You and Deuce were in the bobcats and had both just turned around when the bottom quite literally dropped out from underneath the two of you, and both bobcats fell almost thirty feet into what looked like an excavation for a basement.
Nick swears that no one had informed him that the land had been cleared before, and the basement dug. He showed me the land map, and nowhere was it marked that there had been construction on the site before. I know that he sent you to check the land deed at the county seat, and if you had found anything, you'd have let us all know about it.
Trinity Nicole, my beloved daughter, you are the most special female in my life. Please don't leave me. I know that you have the added strength and stamina of a Joe Brat, but it's small consolation to me.
Ever since your mother left us when you were five, it's been just the two of us. You've grown into the most beautiful young woman that I've ever seen, not to mention the smartest and one of the bravest.
I love you, Baby Mouse. Never forget that.
Your loving spazz of an overprotective, overbearing, Redneck Papa,
Robert M. Blais