Dear Bill,
I want you to know that I remember. Despite the fact that I cannot remember your voice and I have trouble recalling the color of your eyes, I have not forgotten. I am sorry if I don't change my Facebook picture to a picture of you and I'm sorry that my status message doesn't make mention of the fact that it was 4 years ago tonight (in roughly an hour) that you died. It's not because I don't remember and it's not because I don't care. I love you, Bill. I'm sorry that you got cancer. I'm sorry that you never got to hear your youngest son call you daddy. I'm sorry that you haven't gotten to see your youngest daughter grow into a beautiful angel. I'm sorry that you aren't here to see your second son become a young man (at 6 ft tall in 7th grade!) I'm sorry that you didn't get the chance to meet your granddaughter and see how much she looks like your oldest son.
But, I want you to know that I remember. I remember the good times and, often times, the bad. I remember it all because I want to be able to pass along our lessons in life and tell our kids that this is what daddy used to say or this is what daddy used to do. I'm keeping your memory alive the best way that I know. I don't know what that best way is but I'm trying and...
I remember.
1 comment:
That brought tears to my eyes. You're amazing.
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