Dad, it’s me again.
Just saying hi.
Realized today that you and I don’t talk much.
Haven’t ever talked much, not in years.
Just games when we’re in the same room.
I don’t know if you know how much I love you. That I see how hard you work to help to make everything the best it could be, how ragged that must leave you.
Just.
Uh.
Just know that I love you. You and I haven’t ever been super close, but I also saw how much of that was you working, trying to do the best you could manage.
I guess, in a way, I’ve always been jealous of you. Always seeming like you knew, hell most times you did… do… or skim by close enough that it can count. When I felt like my life had gone off the rails, I realized it was because I’d always planned on turning out just like you.
I didn’t.
I did.
I love you dad.
Bye.
