I miss you daddy. It's gonna be our 3rd Christmas without you.

I'm guilty of not taking care of your plot in the cemetery.
I'm guilty of even not visiting you or mommy's grave, which is just near.
What excuse could I have of not visiting and buying you flowers for the caretakers to notice and eventually re-sell?
What excuse do we have of not paying the cemetery caretaker to mend the grass that grows above your sealed coffins?
I don't have an excuse. I really don't have.