You had so much potential, you know? Realizing it could have changed all our lives. But here I go again, calling you selfish for not living up to that potential. I guess that's a bit selfish of me too.
I hate that I don’t miss you. I feel like I should, but the feeling just isn't there. It’s like time is eroding the memory of you, stripping away the details until there’s barely anything left.
Mum's been incredible, though. She's got this bravery about her, something she must have gotten from you. I'm there for her, but honestly, she doesn't need much. She's strong, fiercely independent. I help where I can, but she's mostly got it covered.
I’ve got some of your traits, you know. That quick temper, always jumping the gun. But I calm down fast too, just like you. It’s like every time I look in the mirror, I see more of you.
I want you to know, I love you. Maybe I didn't show it enough, maybe I couldn't. But it's there. So, rest easy. And you‘re forgiven, if that's what you were looking for. And if not, well, that's okay too. Just thought you’d want to hear from your favorite son.