Dear Papa,
Belated Happy Birthday ! It has been 3 years since I last heard your laugh or your guitar playing.
I do hope that against all odds you knocked knocked into heavens door, but if not, i am hoping that you ended up in the same place as Lennon and Garcia and you can all jam together finally!
You will be glad to know that all the women in your life, except your daughter and mother have taken your song of ,' Don't forget to put flowers on my grave.' very seriously and news has it that the church warden has become a regular ring master.
Several scuffles have broken out between the women tossing out each other's flowers to give their own ,prominence.
You will forgive me that i have not joined this rat race, since we both know that the only flower you appreciated came from the Mescaline plant , and just to prove that i love you very much, i smoked some excellent weed to celebrate.
All Right Then ...Good Bye
P.S-Feel free to stop by anytime.;) I Miss You
