Weptsday

Dearest,
            I received the snottiest e-mail possibly ever in my life from your sister yesterday. I promised I wouldn't fight with her so that's it, I've had enough. I'm in no mood to tolerate her attitude and snottiness. She will have no further communication from me. Period. I know that she's all upset about being caught screwing up Phil's headstone. Not my fault, too bad. You were the only one that chewed her out. Why I can't is beyond me, but okay fine. I just will not communicate with her at all. She's gotten so much worse since you left, you wouldn't believe. I was so upset that I had trouble falling asleep last night.
  Work is driving me nuts! One more week and I have two weeks off. I can't wait.
So sad, so tired, missing you so. Some one said that they felt that they hadn't had a real conversation since their loved one died. I know the feeling, totally. I'm getting fed up with people who just want to hear themselves talk. I forgot, So angry!
Till next time, Your Ken