Dear Dad,

I can't help but think there are things I know about you from a unique and exclusive perspective. Sometimes I speak and I hear you. My memory of you resonates like your voice is speaking through me. Or I'll react to something and hear the exact tone of your voice. I have to think there are other things you have experienced that I've also experienced in a particularly similar way -- not just the torture of kidney stones.

I can never escape you and I don't want to. You are half the source of what I am. You are a major source of who I am.

Thank you for my life. I love you.

Rob