Do you remember when I got a D in Math when I was in the seventh grade?

I thought you were going to kill me if my parent hadn’t have already.

But you didn’t.

What about when you broke your finger from falling off that plastic chair trying to get my paper airplane off the roof of the house?

I thought you were going to yell at me.

But you didn’t.

There were plenty of instances where you’ve showed me your song. Your swan song. You provided everything for me. You gave me my family, my first piece of candy, the support I needed when I was rowing and when I was injured. You also gave me your love…and I should have cherished it more than I actually did.

Do you remember when I returned home from London this past Christmas?

I was supposed to come out and see you…but instead I stayed home to visit one of my friends.

I thought you’d cry about it.

But you didn’t.

I wanted to make it up to you. So I made notes of everything that I wanted to tell you: Where I travelled to, who I met, what I did. I had so much I wanted to tell you when you final woke up from your nap

…and Jesus Christ.

I really wish that you did.

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