A note on how to proceed

Dear Father;

I was just two when you left this place. You bid your friends goodnight and went to bed. When they came home you wouldn't wake up.

We came home for the funeral, and to see you buried. I don't remember this. I don't actually remember you. But I know about you. I decided to write you letters as I travel this summer to try to know you better and to help you to get to know the man that your son became.

I will talk to you soon.

your son,

Jason Vincent Alexander Murray