To Bug

I miss you, Bug. I miss being able to hold you and hug you and tickle you everyday. I look forward to our Tuesday night dinners as if they were water in this desert we have to call home for now. I know you need Her now, but someday, maybe, you will decide to come live with me and I will be so happy… I have always abhorred the phrase “broken home”… I pray everyday that your mother and I will be able to give you 2 whole homes and never a broken one… I pray that She won’t tell you bad things about me… I pray that GOD will be so real to you and that HE will make you HIS… I pray that one day you will understand that I had to leave, in order to be good to you and be the best Dad I could be, I had to leave… You asked me, “Why would you move away from me?” and it broke my heart… How do I answer you? I can’t tell you, “Well, She would move you away from me without a second thought”… I explain how great it will be for you to come and visit me and be able to see Grammy and Seanair and Aunt Nancy all the time… you are satisfied… for now…

I love you so much, Bug

“Fish” and Daddy at Border Grill, Mandalay Bay, Las Vegas, NV