So, at some point in the last year or so I found out you really, really loved cinnamon rolls. I mean, who doesn't, sure. But they were apparently a real fixation with you.
And I found a recipe for sticky-looking cinnamon apple swirly numbers, and had planned to make them for you on Christmas morning (well, almost certainly I would have made them the day before, and brought them to PJ for Christmas).
I thought about squeezing them in at Thanksgiving, but with all the pies I was in total chaos. Mostly I find it impossible to believe that I will never bake cinnamon rolls for you.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
We all missed you so much last week.
Love,
Megan
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