Notes

I had completely forgotten about this until I was looking through some random papers the other day. When we leave notebooks, my dad likes to leave notes. Lots of times they are to my mother, or they are about things he has done, or is going to do. Parts of them tend to be confusing, but for the most part you can understand what he is trying to convey.

This weekend I left a notepad out again and today when I came home I found this note.
Ever since he had a mild stroke in 2006, his handwriting has been all over the place and his spelling hasn't been the greatest either. I remember when I was younger how I would call him the human dictionary. He seemed to know how to spell everything, as well as how to explain everything. Maybe he'll start writing me letters.