If you were alive today, I’d ask you if you think I am enough. I’m 27 now, Dad. Have I done enough? Are you proud?
I don’t make much money. Do you think I’m successful? Does it matter to you?
How would you treat me? Would you greet me with hugs? If you were still alive today, do you think I would live near you and Mom? Do you think I still would have moved across the country? Would there have been a need in my heart to leave?
What were your hopes for me? Have I captured them?
Sometimes, I wonder if we’d agree politically and religiously. Could we be the two black sheep of our family?
I will forever miss you. I was your little girl. I wish I could have been your adult daughter, too.
Don’t worry about me, Dad. I’ll continue living on with you—it’s your odd, square chin I sport and pieces of your personality I have you to thank for.
Happy Fathers’ Day, Dad.