I saw a picture of us today. Your sister posted it on Facebook.

I don’t remember posing for it, but I sure look proud to be with you. You look awake in the picture. Young, very young. I remember you being that young, but I don’t remember the picture.

I miss you a lot.

I think about how towards the end, I could have come and seen you, but I didn’t, cause I was busy with life. And I’m sorry about that. I regret it.

I miss you a lot.

I miss talking to you, I miss confiding in you. I miss looking up at you.

I miss you a lot.

Pop, I know you tried. I know you loved me. I know you had internal struggles and things that kept you away and distance at times. I know that’s not what you wanted, I know how much it hurt to not be the man and father you wished you could be.

I miss you a lot old man.