I do miss him, more than anything in the world.
But I know he would be proud of me.

Dad, I'm sorry I never made it to the Cancer Research run this weekend,
But I thought it would be too hard, and I didn't want to light a candle for you.
I didn't want to go among the people that survived the very thing that killed you.
I would find myself asking why they deserved to live, but not you.



Ps - It would seem that my best friend not only went,
But thought it appropriate to get drunk.
How very respectful.
Thanks a lot.