The music it never stops. I thought it had finally stopped, but truth is it never will. It's one of the last things I have of you. As I watch Zach though I know I will always be safe. Dad I know you're out there somewhere, I know you are. The hair, the hair, when Aunt Abby and I dug so hard with our hands, the hair wasn't yours. Everything else was yours, just not the hair. I know because my hair is just like yours dad. Your hair, it was mom's color, a far away journey from ours. It looked more like Joe's hair, more of his style than yours. More of Joe's color than yours. No one will ever see this letter I wrote to you, in a journal I kept all summer, no one will know what I saw, it wasn't just our initials on that wall Joe's were there too. You would only see them if you knew they were there, if someone had pointed them out to you, someone like Zach's mom. When she pointed them out to me, I stared at them for days memorizing all the features of them, memorizing everything. I will find you dad, I will find you. If I have too, for back-up and weapons purposes, I will only tell Joe that's it. Dad. I. Will. Find. You.
Love always,
Cammie
