On Two Years

 Hi Daddy,


It's been a while since I've written to you, and I think that's mostly because I talk to you and think of you every day. I know you're not upset, even if I am that I let this slide for so long. 

We passed the two year mark last month. Mom, Nate, and I went to North Conway for a few days. We kept busy. We went to Jackson Falls, Mt. Washington, had fires every night, and relaxed a bunch. Mom got a pedicure kit (including a heated foot tub thing) so she doesn't have to go to the nail salon for pedicures anytime soon. Oh yeah, I am glad you aren't here for Covid-19. I worry that your health would not be great and I wouldn't want you to get this disease. The anxiety and fear would be all consuming. I am glad that for my entire life you were happy and healthy. I am glad you were my Daddy. 

Anyway, two years have gone by and it still breaks my heart when I think about you being gone. I miss your voice and I miss you in so many ways. Everything is different now, and I need your advice. I want to hear what you think about the upcoming election, and what you think about the sports teams playing without fans, and what you think about mandatory face masks, and the riots across the US. I know you'd be at protests despite the risk of Covid-19, and I know you'd wear a mask...but which sign would you hold? Which issues would be most important to you? What issue would be driving you crazy? And tell me all the crap you want to say about T-Rump. He's nuts! 

I have to go, Daddy. I can't stop crying (although I am no longer sobbing uncontrollably) when I think of you, and I just want to call you and tell you that I miss you and love you and wish you were here. You are my favorite. 

Love, 

Exa 

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