Dear Son, Good morning! I know you will have a great summer day today. Many weeks have passed, filled with daily tears of grief. It seems when one has dealt with so much contention, machination, and a profane agenda of evil, at the hands of so many evil people; you wonder if you will ever catch a breath, or find some relief from the agony. Your daddy came by today, and we talked about you, and the situation most of the morning. Our conversation culminated in the afternoon, with your father sobbing his eyes out. I have never in eight years time, seen him express such painful emotion. Deep pain. His love for you has always been known to myself, but always obscured by behavior intended to mask his utter devastation. He must have cried for an hour over you, our precious son. I cried with him, and tried to offer him comfort. He is not used to such dishonest and wicked engineering when it comes to his children. He has NEVER experienced such insanity. Unfortunately, I have
