Dad died in 2008 after a 3 month battle with lung cancer. I was 30 years old, Dad was 56. This is not the story of ups and downs of our relationship nor is it any of the stories around his passing.
This story: If I was given the opportunity to send a letter to my dad on the other side, but (due to antiquated data limits?) I must limit my communication to 100 words.
Let’s catch up. We left Syracuse; moved to the farm! Grandma died at 90, gardened til the end. Oh! Another baby! Tucker! He’s 9 (Riding Bikes!), Linc is 12 (Scholastic bowl!), Cole (National Guard) is 17 and Leo is 20! Leo got the band award at 14, same one you got! BTW, I teach 3rd grade now. Long story. Love it! Melissa is great; teaching 4th! We sold the homestead; moved to town.
Jennifer and her family are well. Thriving! Jaxon to Arizona.
[In my head: I’m running out of words. Tearing up. Damn it. 16 left.]
You missed Chris Stapleton and Jason Isbell. Look it up. The president was…nevermind. Love you and
–This post is part of the Slice of Life Challenge – 31 days of writing. Check it out at twowritingteachers.org