My son, in every way that matters. There are moments in a man's life when he feels singularly honored. One of those moments came for me a month or so after your mother and I met and began courting. It was you (9 years old) and me outside McDonald's waiting for your mom and sis. We were just chatting and out of the blue, you looked up at me and said, "Can I call you Dad?" Wow.
You are my son, and always will be. Though you didn't have my blood, you have my heart forever.
Bring your mom a kitty every once in a while, Buddy. I love you.
I have so many memories of you. getting married, my first kiss, your TMNT shorts, every day of every sumer from age 4 to 11 or 12, sledding in the alley, wow, so many. I want you back so i can redo so many things, i have some regrets about things i've sxaid and done to you but i know that you forgive me.
If I had known that the last time i'd see you was the day outside the school i would've hugged you a little longer, taken the second kiss on the forehead, talked a little longer, and listened a little harder. I miss you everyday. everyday there is something that reminds me of you and i love it, i know you're looking down helping me out. i thank god i knew you but curse god that he took you so early. i love my memories, i cherish them wholeheartedly, i miss you dearly, and i'll love you forever.