Life has to be something better than what we can see around us. It must be a kind of utopia that’s just beyond that hill, or just a little bit after the horizon. Whatever the case, it has to be there. I don’t see any other way on how this would work. I think it’s up to us to make life better than it is. Does that make sense? I sure hope it does to someone who’s reading this. If it does then I’ve done something right. If it doesn’t? Well that’s another story for another time.
Dear Dad,
I miss you. Let’s face it. I miss you everyday that you’re not here. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think, I miss my dad. I need my dad here with me. But I know that’s not possible. I suppose it’s never quite possible when you’re not here to call and talk to. I know why that is, but it doesn’t meant I have to like it. Not in the least.
Oh well, what am I supposed to do about it? Not much I’m afraid. It would be a miracle if I could understand what I’m meant to do about any of it really. Life doesn’t get better or easier since you’ve been gone. So many things are happening and I need your guidance here, now, with me. I need you dad.
Love,
Kyle
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