I love you so much, Dad. It’s been 13 years. Doesn’t seem that long, but I know it has been because I see all the things you’ve missed, all the reasons why you’d be proud of your son. Just knowing that I’m a true continuance of you is enough to carry me through most times I miss you, but this day every year brings pain anew. Especially because you never got to meet my son. He has our chin, Dad. He has our big feet and our big eyes and that damned (awesome) butt chin. He may even have red hair. I used to see a lot of you in me, now, I see it every day in him. Goodnight, Dad.