Jul 3, 2020
I inspired ur father to write after a conversation last week where we hashed out the + and - of writing it out.
It brings tears to my eyes remembering how alive he looked today and how much thought and effort and genuine care was put into the beginning drafts of telling his story.
My father is a piece of trash.
Ur father is not.
He has broken bits but I see him gluing that back together
just like me.
When I apologized in May for bringing chaos to ur family, he said I made ur lives better.
I didn't believe him fully, but today I almost did.
The only part missing is u.
