Dear Father,

It has just been over four years since you have moved on..  ifinn you don’t know, it is your son talking to you..  i’ve not been in the house since Pat got back from the you boat cruise, she had decided that i shouldn’t live there anymore, not really giving any reasons..  It’s all good dad…

 

Funny dad, everytime i see a piece of wood thrown away in the dumpsters, i often think of how you had mastered the art of creating out of wood…

 

It was always like magick, see you build something, with such easy, trying your damndest to teach me the art..  i still can’t cut a straight line in a piece of wood…

 

i don’t see much of my sisters anymore since we do have those big christmas dinners an birthday parties..

 

To be quite honest i don’t talk or hear from any of the family, including my uncles your brothers…

 

Sadly i must say that i’ve not been up too..  Where they have place your broken down body to rest…  You know to place some flower, so that they would dry up an die…  i will try my damndest in getting there before the summer is out?

 

i been down to the big church downtown, an light a candle for grandma, your mother, even though it is a conflict of interest to the way i think about god…

 

Sadly dad, i’m still on the street, however you would be happy to know that i’m doing a lot less drugs…  May days not even using any for periods of days…

 

Well dad, there is not much more i would like to say, only the fact that we’d fight most of the time i do miss you!

Grandma, mother two sisters an myself

Your son,
toad (christopher raymond jensen) thisoldtoad

Ps;

Raymond Christopher Jensen (Obituary)

Hello father,

i would like to start off with i miss you a great deal, i miss the laughter and of course the arguments..

 

i miss those moment as we would wander throughout your favorite store (Home Depot), you were like a kid in a candy store..

 

i miss those times when you would share your love with the planets in the yard and about the house.

 

i miss those times, when i would try anything to get out of working on your next project..

 

i miss those morning as we would sit to have breakfast, gazing upon the North Shore Mountains..

 

i truly miss those time, when i was a very young child sitting on the diesel tank of the cat, while you built the biggest bon-fires i ever saw in my life!

 

Yes dad, now that you’re gone, life will never be the same for me…  i don’t know if that is good thing or bad thing, only that i miss you!

 

Here are some red roses for you today..

Your son chris

Hello, father;

It has been sometime since i had anything to say to you.  i’m still have problems with Patricia Logan with regards to your estate..

i’m not able to get into the house where i spend eighty-five percent of my life..  Not like when you were around, we argued but their was always an open door for me..

Funny how things can change in the completely opposite direction by a simple reason as you moving on..

By the way, are you like that the karma debt is now resting on us children shoulders, find the comfort with a little peace of mind!  i would say it look’s good on you…

i truly hope that you are exploring, i know that there is more to see than any one person could see in the new evolved existence..

Funny how the fact, it is within the blood-line whether you evolve or turn into dark-matter drifting throughout space..  Sad really!

However i have not given-up on the fact that there must be a way that all can evolve, not believing that there must be a balance to life, in what ever form..

Well Dad, that about does it for your one and only son..
Happy Trails Dad!

chris jensen (toad)