Friday, January 30, 2026
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Dad,
I don’t even know how to write this, because putting you into words still doesn’t feel real. I just know I miss you. I miss your voice. I miss your stories. I miss the way the room felt when you were in it, and how you could make people laugh without even trying.
Thank you for every day you showed up. For every ride, every sacrifice, every time you carried more than anyone noticed. Thank you for the way you loved our family, for the way you tried, and for the pieces of you that will always live in me. There are parts of who I am that came straight from you, and I’m grateful for that for the rest of my life.
I would give anything for one more conversation. One more story. One more chance to say, “I love you,” while you can hear it. So I’m saying it here, with my whole heart.
I love you, Dad. I’m proud to be your son. And I will miss you for the rest of my days.
With love,
your son, Michael
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
and lean not on your own understanding.”
— Proverbs 3:5
