I wish things were different.
I wish you came to my baseball games.
I wish you saw my best report card.
I wish you came to my dance recitals.
I wish you would meet my children.
There are so many things I wish I could share with you.
I’ve missed you for a long time.
And we’ve both had plenty of time to feel bad,
and sad,
and guilty.
And we both have a lot of regrets.
But I still miss you.
People say I have your eyes.
That my smile is just like yours.
They say I’m going to be tall because you’re tall.
They say “you look just like your father!”
They say I should forget about you.
Move on. And accept the fact that you are not in my life. They say I should stop thinking about you.
But I don’t want to do that. I can’t do that.
You’re not the perfect dad, but you are my dad.
Dear Dad,
It’s not too late.
We can’t change the past. We can’t go back in time and fix things, or make things the way we think they should have been.
We can’t start over.
But can we start today?
