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It’s crazy how long it’s been since I’ve heard your voice now. It’s been 217 days since you’ve died. 217. It seems like it was just yesterday I was holding your hand for the last time with mom.
A lot has happened since then. Gosh has it. I tried really really hard but we couldn’t keep the house, or the business, or the trucks. Dad, I really tried so hard to keep it but we just couldn’t afford to. Mom lives somewhere nice with the pets now. She’s been doing better than I thought she would. I think she just kinda realized she has to keep going and that life doesn’t stop. She was still working while you were in the hospital. That Saturday I had to drop her off at work and I came and spent the day with you. We thought we were going to lose you because the doctor was talking about hemorrhaging so I drove really fast down 71 and picked her up and brought her but it was a false alarm. She kept working because we had to eat somehow.
Aunt Debbie flew me home, though. I was so scared. Mom waited a day to tell me because she wanted you to call me and tell me where you were. I thought she was mad at me all day Wednesday because I wanted to bring home another cat. You really would love Hemingway. She’s so sweet. Very soft, and so tiny. And she has an extra thumb on each paw. Mom thinks you’d be enthralled by it.
I’ve been tutoring this guy from Guatemala, and he reminds me a lot of you. He doesn’t read very well either, and I like teaching him how to read.
I also joined a sorority. It’s not something I ever thought I’d do, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to try. I love my sisters a lot, and I think you would, too. I don’t think you liked green very much, but I’m sure we could have found you a nice Kappa Delta dad shirt.
And last of all, I’m sorry for every time I yell because I’m angry at you. I get really scared and frustrated sometimes because I can’t call you and all I wanna do is hear your voice. I’m not angry at you, daddy. I just want you to be back with me and mom. Max and Schrodinger miss you very very much.
I try my hardest to not let mom see how bad I’ve been doing. But dad, I think you know, but it gets harder every day. Day 217 is harder than day 216 or 117 or 17. I miss you.
I love you, Daddy. I can’t wait to see you again. I hope heaven is nice. I’m so sorry.