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2008-04-09 - 9:59 a.m. Journal entry 1996 I found an old journal from 1996 with an entry entitled "Open letter to Uncle Lenny". He'd died a couple of weeks before I'd written this. Open letter to Uncle Lenny...I'll make this short. I miss daddy and I miss you. I miss the picnics and the family playing baseball in the park (remember how I wore my hair in braids and Lenny nicknamed me Minnie-ha-ha?) and I miss the places we went together. I miss the puzzles and the "guess who I am" games. I miss the arguments over politics and wars. I miss your advice, and the way you and daddy would say my name. I miss feeling alive and I miss feeling self-worth. I miss feeling. You probably would say, "Aw, anxious, don't be!" But the anxiety is amazing. "You know, you go do something, go to the park, watch the birds, anything. Step outside - you know, even sit on the front stoop - bring your doggie - your dad, Al, would do that, take Snoopy outside, have a cigarette, although you really shouldn't smoke, but you know what I mean. God doesn't want you to be sad. Okay there Regina? I don't want you to be that way. So, you know. Do whatcha gotta do - go to work , do your chores, play with the animals, you know, draw a little, whatnot. But you know, don't get too down, it ain't good for you because you aren't good for anyone that way. Alright Regina? You hear me? Your dad I am sure says hello and if he were here he'd say the same thing. So, take care of yourself. And, you know, your mom, she worries and your Aunt Nancy, she worries too. Your mom talks to her - they got no cause to worry, so give it a chance, OK Regina? And drop her a call. You don't have to stay on da phone a year and a day, just, you know, ease her mind. Cause we love you, OK? OK there, Regina."