My father was not a perfect man but he was one hell of a father. I remember when I was little, I would go sit on my father’s lap after getting out of the shower. I would say, “you’re so worm” and he would reply, “and you’re a snake.” It was a nightly routine and one I always looked forward to.

He taught me everything the hard way. I remember when he bought me my first real bike at the age of seven and as soon as we got home, he took off the training wheels. He taught me how to ride my bike on the road in the dark that night and each time I fell, I had to get back on and continue. As a result, I learned how to ride a bike in one night.

When he taught me how to drive a car for the very…

I just wanted to tell you that it has been four years since you’ve been gone. This year in particular has been spent in thoughts of you. It is said that it is easier as time goes by and that the pain slowly fades but whoever said that has no idea what they are talking about. This year in particular brought back all the memories as though it were only yesterday.

Every year when Easter rolls around and the Easter candy appears on shelves in the store, I think about you. Four years ago when you decided to let go, I spent that week living on Easter Candy and water, okay and maybe a little beer as well. We spent time going through all your belongings you left behind and I couldn’t help but wonder what you had been up to behind my back by organizing all the photos for…