When I was a baby he went to Venice,Italy to work on a book he was writing. My father was suppose to be gone for a month but he missed me so much he came back after a week. Before he had left for Venice my dad wrote out this letter to me in case something were to happen to him and I had no time left with him.
Thirteen years later it was still so little time we had together when he passed unexpectedly, I never knew this letter existed till a few years after. That makes it even sadder and more meaningful, for all the tragedy that happened and was to come. My first love, he will always be my first.
Love you dad.
