Hey, Father.. I miss you, and I hope you're doing well without me. Listening for my voice while I'm not there, as I listen for your voice, while you're not here; and taking the advice of the only love you've ever known, in those you trust. I'm also doing that, too, and I like to think you taught me well enough to judge that to not just survive, but thrive, too. We both have the beast in our veins, and as I've gotten older, I've learned to relax, and I've learned to soften.. something I think you struggled to tell me how to do, but I watched you change into a calmer and wiser man before you.. went. I went from a boy, to your son, and you went from a killer, to father, and we both were proud of ourselves and each other in the end. I hope we both still are. I still am.. I love you, Father. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, or how I'm going to deal with it without you.. but I know.. that it's going to become my fucking legacy, and they're going to be in awe of what I become, in the wake of you.