I wish Dad was here to know I was having a little boy. I know he would be ecstatic. He’d be talking about taking him to baseball games and buying him his first pair of Converse. He want to take him fishing and teach him how to work on cars. And he’d, of course, want to teach him all about rock n’ roll just like he taught me.
I miss him more and more lately. I know we, obviously, had our issues but I wish he was still around to see how things have turned out for the best. And oh how I wish he couldn’t have met Matt. He would’ve loved him. He knew exactly how picky I was about dating. He’d appreciate that Matt is a tech nerd but can also shoot the shit about sports.
Sometimes I wish he was still here instead of her. He was slowly turning his life around and trying to make something of himself. He had application forms for tech courses and was trying to get clean.
I just miss him.
Wow, congratulations. :)