Dear Dad,
Another Father’s Day has come and gone and it’s almost time for bed.
Remember how every night you would read me a story and tuck me in? And every night, just as you were closing my bedroom door behind you, I would ask, “Daddy, can I please have a glass of water?” And you laughed, and trudged off to get me a glass of water?
Remember how every night I would fall out of bed onto the hardwood floor? And not even wake up? And you laughed and put pillows all over the floor to cushion the falls?
Remember how you would take me places at night and I’d always fall asleep in the car on the way home? And then wake up in my own bed? And when I asked you how I got there, you laughed and said, “I don’t know”?
Remember later, at the very end, when I crawled into your hospital bed and held your hand? And read you stories to keep your mind off things? And you laughed and said, “Who would have thought it would end up like this?”
