Hey Dad!

  Hey Dad! 
Nine years. It has been NINE years since I've seen you. That is mind boggling. For the first few years after you passed away, I feared June.  When Uncle Jim passed away exactly a year after you did, I thought June was cursed. I wanted to keep everyone in our family in their homes... no doctor visits, no "routine" checkups, away from planes and cars. When June started to come and go without a crippling tragedy in our family, I feared it less and less over the years. You'll be glad to know I don't fear it anymore, but I still miss you! 
A lot has happened in the past nine years. I don't work at Firebirds anymore, so you won't be able to ask me how much tip money I racked in on my double shift. I graduated from Tennessee and made Dean's List!!  How bout them vols? Don't worry, I didn't skip any home games in my last semester because I drank too much... ok maybe one... two max. Have you been watching? What a rocky road after they let Fulmer go. What do you think about Butch??!
I'm of course in Dallas now. I LOVE DALLAS. I'm very sorry about becoming a Cowboys fan, I'm fully aware that is the exact opposite of the Redskins. I don't think you actually liked the Redskins though, did you? I think you were just waiting for me to give you a better option to root for, just like when I forced Tennessee football on our family. 
Man I wish you could meet CB, I know you'd love him, everyone does who meets him. Actually, I wish even more that he could meet you. You know he loves golf as much as you do? He's really good. If he's having a great day, and you're having a terrible day, he could give you a run for your money! He beats me in everything, well, everything except basketball of course. I without a doubt believe that you set this whole thing up. You led me to Dallas. You led me to CB, didn't you? Am I right?  
What do you think about Veenie??? She is nuts, isn't she? Man, I love her and General so much, just as much as you loved Ginger. I ONLY feed them dog food, never people food!! If it weren't for you, I'd probably be a lot more lenient on that. 
You're still cursing me to this day with all these ridiculous terms you taught me growing up that no one understands. Like how we call ice cream sprinkles, jimmies, or the Merry Go Round, the Dobby Horses. No one has any idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure you're getting a kick out of that.
How about this blog??? How cool is this? I mean, the Kentucky Derby!! I still cannot believe I got to go to that. Do you read everyday? I bet you'd understand my obsession with following the blog's statistics. Do they have iPad's in heaven? 
What do you think about LeBron? He's no Michael, is he? I can't pinpoint why, I just don't like the guy. I think Steph Curry with the shot will win it all. I bet you don't listen to a lot of Drake in Heaven, I know you hate rap. You'd like that Steph Curry line from his song though, just as much as you loved the line, "It's hard out here for a pimp!" I'm sorry to say but I love rap. I still love your boy, Hank Williams Jr. though! I go to see him anytime he is in concert. I can't help but cry every time. Is Heaven is a lot like Dixie??
I'm sure I'm keeping you from a tee time, so I'll let you go. I miss you. Thank you for keeping me safe in that wreck, I know that was you. OH, and thank you for watching over Mom too, she really misses you. 
We love you so much. I hope know you can see that. 
Love,  Sarah