Another year, another card in the mail. Filled with words, but empty with meaning. Happy Birthday buddy. Can’t believe you’re already 17. Love you always. The cards are all I have left of him, as he left his life for another in an instant. He did this knowing, there would be no more grandkids. The Sunday night sauce, the fishing, our hikes, our firehouse trips. All gone in the blink of an eye. However, I still want to write back, write back to the one who turned his back on us. Nevermind, he doesn’t deserve it.
NBC’s breaking news coverage displays the Michigan school shooting: 4 Dead, 7 Injured. In the background, families are crying. Vulnerable innocent people, breaking down in anger, sadness, and confusion all at once. However, they are all crying together. Recovering together. Maybe I should write that letter and maybe I should drop it off in person.