Sis, I am sorry I said what I said about Paul and our relationship, please forgive me. You are my sister and my family. I love you, always have, always will!

Hey, we perceived growing up with Paul Hamilton differently. The day Dana caught up with me running around as a wild young kid in Floriston, CA and told me that the guy that was raising us was not our real father, crushed me!

Especially when he was whipping us because we disrespected you. I have to say that I have no ill feelings towards Paul anymore, especially around that situation, probably any man might have been right there.

I think the thing that lingered between me and Paul was respect. He never attended my sporting events in high school, that I can remember. The one moment when I caught his eye was down on Butte Creek when I pulled a double flip off a swinging rope. He actually smiled, and looked proud!

So you and I have different ways of looking at this. Of course I know you loved him, just as you and I both loved mom. Towards the end, when he asked me to come over, in Oakland, Ca, and get all of us stoned, I knew we had arrived, and I loved him!

That is my last memory of Paul Hamilton. He released all of his retired truck driving bullshit, and got stoned with our mom and I. We talked about the day they met, in a bar...

I really liked him towards the end, he had a breathing tube happening from decades of truck driving smoking, in a little apartment in downtown Oakland, and he seemed happy. He was still in love with our mom!

Sis, I am sorry I have dissed our father in the past!

Here's to you, and Paul!