Tonight while I was grocery shopping I thought of you. I wished I could call you and tell you a few things about what is happening with me and my kids. I wished that when you were alive that you could have understood when I would call you and try to talk to you. I know you had a hard time understanding what I was trying to tell you. I was trying to think of a way to communicate with the dead. I thought of how it would be nice to include a message in my prayers to you, but I know that prayers don't work that way. I know that if I started to try to talk out loud to you, I might be put in a mental institution. I know that if I heard you talk to me, I would almost certainly be put in a mental institution. So I decided that I could write you a letter on a blog that is especially designed for you and other people that I love who are gone, to read after the Second Coming. I sure hope the world wide web can withstand the apocolypse. I know this is a one way communication, but I hope you can understand my heart.
Joe is in the musical Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat. You would be so proud of him if you could see him. He loves to sing and he does a really good job as one of the school children. Sometimes I tease him and tell him he is the star of the show. He likes the attention. I wish I could buy you a ticket and we could see it together. I think you would enjoy the show. I am going to pick Joe up now so I better get going. I just didn't want you to miss this.