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Tuesday, December 3, 2002
Happy Birthday

I woke up this morning with a part of a dream lingering before my eyes. It was one word. Dad. Written with a fancy "D", carefully shaped in the cursive handwriting of a 7th grader. I don't know what it meant because the dream slipped away too quickly. I tried as hard as I could, but I couldn't recapture it. I wondered if you made an appearance in it. I felt cheated.

I don't write you letters anymore, or make tapes, or send chocolate or worry when the phone rings. I don't do anything for you anymore. And until today, I don't think I realized how much of what I did was for me as well as for you.

Happy Birthday, Daddy. I miss you.