I see you looking in the mirror and all you can see are the flaws he pointed out about your hair or your skin or your eyebrows. I see you struggling to see them as features rather than flaws. I see you trying to remember the last time he made you feel beautiful and I see you trying so hard to accept yourself.
He tells me the things I need to learn in the way I need to hear it. He always tries his best to be what I need to and drive me to become better in being me or finding me.
I do love you. I know I never said that enough. Or at all, I guess. Did you really need me to? Didn’t you know? I’m sure you did, I’m sure you knew. You had to.
Thank you for teaching me that I am worth something.
You can love shopping and love sports. You learn to not limit yourself to what you enjoy because you find the human experience to be too complex to categorize it.
Everyone in our family has a significant other, and you were always my plus one.
At one point, my relationship with my father was such a struggle that I assumed we’d be estranged as soon as I moved out of my parents’ house. Thankfully, the older I got, the more my father and I managed to understand each other.
But because you are not here, I have to live out the legacy that you left, and I hope I am making you proud of the person you taught me to be.
“Is there something about me that is completely identical to you? Is there something about me that is completely the opposite of you?”
On your greatest days and on your terrible days always knows that you need love and to accept it from your friends and family.