A Tear Stained Letter

Dear Max,

            I hope this letter finds you in high spirits. Sorry for writing to you so late. You see, my schedule is hotch-potch. I get up, stumble through my way to the shower, wake up with a cloudy head, drive 50 miles for work, play golf in the evening, and then, I have pretty much nothing to do. Dana goes for cycling or to work out for do whatever. The kids have their own stuff. So, I resort to my teenage proclivities and indulge in partying downtown. It has created a rift between me and Dana. I miss our youth! She was a believer and I debated her out of Christianity. Ever since, she has not been the same and I must say that I miss Dana. I remember how she came as an angel when I was so distant from my Dad, who was hooked on drugs.