text: *To: Abigail Bryant* Hey Abby, I'm really sorry, that I haven't been writing to you. The guys here are keeping me busy, and not leaving me any time to even breathe. I got to tell you though, I'm digging the haircut for sure. Makes me look way more badass. you would definitely make a joke about how shiny the top is. I can't believe its already been four years since I last have seen you. I hope you know that ill be home in the next six months. From what I hear, they are going to be sending a group of us over the next few months. How's mom doing? I hope she isn't driving you crazy about your driving. I told her in the last letter, that when I get home, we will make sure you learn how to make those turns. Remember that one time I pulled into an empty parking lot, and did donuts on the ice? I'm pretty sure your mom was considering her options after that. oh hey, did you ever get those ice skates from grandma? she had those sent to you for your birthday. She really did enjoy spending that summer with you. There are a few things I want to get done when I get home. Yes... I did make a list, so be prepared to be amazed. I was thinking about maybe doing a home purchase. what do you think? I was thinking that old ranch off Lenny street. It will need some work, but I figured that would be something good the two of us could do together. I just have to make sure that you don't drive our trunk through the house. In all seriousness though, I want to make sure to spend as much time with you as possible. nothing beats that father-daughter relationship. Speaking of relationships, I watched that video you sent me, of your prom. you looked so beautiful, and I wish I could be there to give the young man THE talk while cleaning my gun of course. The dress you picked out was incredible, and that boyfriend of yours is so well mannered in the way he greeted you and mom. That was really sweet of him holding your hand to the car. Of course, your mother was balling her eyes out, watching you get taken to prom. Just wait till you get married. which by the way won't be till you are well into your 30's. I hope you had fun, and wish I could see the look on your face as you stare into his eyes. I am so very proud of you, and the young woman you are becoming. just please promise me, that when I fly home, you won't greet me with that stupid face you make. you know the one that you do when making those videos. I was thinking we could go to your favorite burger place if they are still around. alright Abby, its time to start wrapping up the letter. If I could, I would write to you every day. I'm told that writing, can sometimes ease the pain, but I can't write these letters without filling up a bucket of tears. It's now been four years since I last have seen you and your mom. Four years since that night. the night that took my girls away. I should have trusted my judgment, and not let you drive that road. I remember That night being so cold, and the roads were icy. you made that turn, and just like that, you were both gone. I know that we'll see each other again, and as I said, I'll be home soon. The doctors are now telling me that cancer spread into both sides of the brain, and they give me six months max to live. I am so heartbroken but trust me, we can pick up where we left when we get there. Soon We can build our perfect home.