Pardon me for breaking form, but the following needs to be written down as well as said.
As of today, it’s been 10 years since my father passed away. He was only 52 when he died and I was only 24. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about him or where I don’t regret his passing so soon. Still, I’m grateful that I had the chance to get to know him as a person and not just as “dad.” Any virtues that I possess are due in no small part to him. Any vices that I possess are in spite of him.
Dad, know this: You are missed, you are loved, and I look forward to the day when we are able to see one another again.
