Dear Daddy,
Oh how I want to talk to you today. There’s so much I’ve wanted to tell you, so much I want you to know about the last three months. When we were living with mom this summer, I would often come downstairs in the middle of the night and walk into the den, half expecting to find you reading on the sofa. I so wanted to curl up next to you like I did when I was younger. To have you put your arm around my shoulder and hear you say “tell your dear old dad what’s bothering you.”