“Just promise me you won’t stop hanging around us. Don’t stop guiding us. You always knew what to do and I have no clue what we do now. I’m winging it, Daddy. Flying by the seat of my pants, which isn’t good for any of us. So don’t be afraid to send me signs, put me on the right path. But don’t jump out at me, you know I hate that ghost shit,” I joked weakly.
