Fifteen years ago, for reasons no one will ever understand, we lost you. I still remember not being able to catch my breathe and wishing it was all a bad dream that I would eventually wake up from.
I have an old box filled with dozens of letters from you – all written on coffee-stained yellow legal paper, of course. Since I can’t pick up the phone to call you anymore, I read these old letters whenever I need to hear your voice of encouragement. Even though these letters are over 15 years old, they still make me feel like you’re here with me.
A lot has changed since you’ve been gone. I met someone who treats me better than I deserve so I went ahead and married him last year. Daniel walked me down the aisle, just like you would have wanted him to. He met the love of his life, too, and I they’ve created a life that you’d be so proud of.
Some other interesting things have happened. There’s this crazy thing called Social Media that you would’ve either loved or hated. I can picture you calling me asking how to “tweet” or something funny like that… gosh, that makes me laugh.
Your children were too stubborn to work for anyone else, so we both decided to start our own businesses. Weird, huh? You always predicted that Daniel would end up in politics. Well, he’s killin’ it in the world of political PR. He’s a lot like you… never talks about his accomplishments but I always make a big deal about it.
You were a man of many talents, dad. Some people would even say that you always chose comedy over tragedy. Despite the tortured life you lived, your humor never ceased. You weren’t the perfect father, but you were my hero… and always will be.
Wherever you are, I hope you are dancing until we meet again.