Letter to My Son

Hello, my boy,

Ever since you were just a tiny thought in your mother’s womb I knew you existed. The very first night I found out, when I didn’t even know you were a boy or a girl, I wrote to you.

I know you won’t be able to read any of the many letters I’ve written you over the years until you’re big, but I wrote them anyway, knowing that one day you’d read them.

All sorts of things happened in the eight years that you’ve been alive so far. With you, I remember every single one of them. Every single goddamn one, and I miss them all.

I wish that you could just be with me, all day, every day, but since you can’t, I just want you to know that during your absence it was always a void, there was never a time when I felt truly whole. I know reading this will never make up for that but you have to know that I was always, always thinking of you, in a low background rumble at the best of times, that you are never, ever far from my thoughts, though you’re physically as far as the moon.

One day we will be together. It’s not today, but rest assured that until that day, I will always write you to remind you that I never forgot you.

Your father