I Miss You
To my dad in honor of Day of the Dead, I miss you. Last night I dreamt you were walking me onto the dance floor. You were wobbling with a cane and you seemed to be confused. I wanted to dance with you. I was looking at Koa last night and realized he's the same age I was while I was in foster homes, before I came to you and mom. I saw myself as his age and couldn't imagine anyone making someone so small feel as lost and alone as I felt before I was brought to you two. I then watched him play with Joe, rough housing, running, throwing, laughing, being chased and tickled, and tirelessly insisting on, "again!" So much joy. You were the best at playing. I couldn't get enough of the tickle monster. You made me feel loved and accepted and wanted. I loved our nightly prayers, just you and me, you kneeling beside my bed. I didn't feel lonely anymore. I now do these things with Koa and feel blessed that you taught me how. I love you dad. ...