To the Man that I will never know:

Not a night passes in which I don’t wonder what you would have done that day had your life not been taken from us.  What would you be saying now?  Would you sit on my lap and watch cartoons with me?  Would you still smile and laugh as much as you always did?  Those thoughts invariably move to projections of the future.  What would your strengths have been, weaknesses?  Would you play video games with me and enjoy watching baseball?  Would you be a singer like me, or a piano player like Mommy?

How about food?  Would pizza have been your favorite, or maybe a hamburger?  Perhaps you would have been vegetarian?  The fact is I will never know, and it tears me up inside.  I hate that I will never know these things about you.  You were an artistic masterpiece that will remain forever incomplete,  canvas with swirls of color and obvious beauty, but whose greatness is only hinted at.  As a result all I can do is imagine, dream what could have been, and what life for you would have been like.  I would have loved to get to know you, but you will remain forever the man I will never know.  A visage in my dreams, a hope that will never come to pass.  I miss you, Son.  I love you.  Man, we could have had some great times together… boy am I happy we had the time we did 🙂