Happy Father’s Day, Pa!

I’ve missed you. It’s been a while since you’ve been gone. I know you’ve been gone over 30 years, but I still think of you nearly every day.

We used to talk in my dreams frequently, not so much these days.

I’m hoping you feel I don’t need those talks as much anymore.

If you were here, I would introduce you to my daughters—your granddaughters—and a new addition to our family, my grandson Forrest, your great-grandson.

I’ve been good, trying to do my thing here. You never got to meet any of my daughters in person, but they are pretty special.

When I was born, you were almost the same age that I am now, and I remember how annoyed you used to get when people asked you if we were your grandkids.

I can certainly understand you much more now, being older myself.

When I was younger, I used to think you had an amazing superpower: You did not respond to drama and you kept it together in times of crisis.

I think part of that was just being older. You’ve pretty much seen it all-and it takes a lot to faze you.

I would love to be able to sit across from you at one of the Cafe’s on Calle 10 in Colón and have a conversation like you had with your buddies.

I’m also sorry that I ratted you out to my mom for flirting with the waitress there. I get it now.

I love you and miss you, pa.

Happy Father’s Day

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Happy Father's Day to My Dad