Diary #13
Diary #13
From: [email protected]
Subject: Live for the moment
Dear Lennox,
I talked to my dad. Well, actually, I saw him. He’s sick, but he says he’s getting better.
There are moments where I believe him. I see peeks of the man I knew, and I remember what it was like to watch him work. But then I’ll take in his much smaller frame, the aged skin, and the tremble in his hands, and I’m reminded of the hard hits he’s taken. Of what he sacrificed. Of what he gave up.
I was angry at him. I still am a little. But maybe that’s the guilt at myself for not coming here sooner.
Regardless, I don’t want to waste any time with him. He could die tomorrow. We all could. So, how does one forgive and move on? I’m not sure. But I want to. I don’t want to regret this second chance I’ve been given.
In happier news, it looks like we might get lucky and our paths cross soon—if everything goes well and we’re able to wrap things up quickly. I’m focusing on your show as my end goal, so it gives me something positive to look forward to instead of the doom.
Love and miss you!
Your bestie