So many birthdays, christmases, Father’s Day, spent apart

I’d shoot you a text on the day of

A text

Couldn’t even be bothered to pick up the phone

Or when I did that one year in Cuba I was annoyed and inconvenienced

Texting has taken away some of our humanity

Why didn’t we spend those holidays together like we did when we were young?

You always wanted to, i was lazy scared and selfish

Last year for Father’s Day thankfully we did go for lunch

Although that was the beginning of the end, but also the beginning of our beautiful time spent together

I made you a gauge clock, apartment sized

You were always so proud to gift your retiring plumbers one of your hand maid boiler gauge clocks

Not only was it extremely creative, im sure they appreciated and treasured your clocks for years, i treasure mine

I wanted you to have your own clock

Not one you made for yourself, but as a surprise gift to show how much i love you

I’m so happy i got to make that for you

Sunday is going to be a tough one for me

Love you