Dear Dad,
I miss you more than words can explain. My first year of college has come and gone and I want to thank you for being a part of it. I just really wish you could stand by my side through the whole thing. Everyday I think about you, it just still seems surreal and it’s been about seven months now without you. I have so many stories to tell you, so many people I want you to meet. I think you’d be happy knowing that the people I’m with now are some of the greatest people I have ever met. I just hope I leave an impact on them like the way you left an impact on everyone you met. I never knew how popular you were, I can’t think of a single person who had anything against you and I don’t see why they’d have reason to.
I hope I’m still making you proud and I hope to be even a small fraction of the man you were. I’m only still working at this because I know you wouldn’t have wanted me to quit. Let’s face it, if I’m as hard-headed as you, then I won’t. College is rough, work is rough, and life is rough; you taught me that “life isn’t fair” and I know it isn’t. If life was fair, then you’d still be here pushing me to do my best and never let my lazy personality get in the way. This is just a letter of rambling nonsense and I don’t see a real concrete theme in it, but isn’t that the point of missing someone? There’s no reasoning or logic in it, its just how you feel. It’s chaotic. It’s a hurricane of thoughts and a flood of emotions, and they don’t go away.
But why would you want them to go away? That’s the beauty of missing someone, you see what love is. It’s something that can only be measured during the absence of it. I’ve never known pain like losing you and I’ve never known sadness like not being able to call you and say hi or just to give you a hard time, but I’ve also never known gratitude like remembering who I am because of you. I know you’re up there working on your golf game, dad, because you’re just waiting on me to go up there so you can finally beat me in 9 holes and I’ll be working on my short game because I’m not going down that easy. I’ll see you soon, pops, keep my seat warm for me. I love you.
