Didn't get a chance to say goodbye..

The other day I was looking through a stack of all the letters, cards, and notes I had written to my dad that he had saved. This note in particular stuck out to me; I had written it one of the times I went back to college after a break. He had left for work early so I wrote him a note and left it in his bathroom to read when he came home.


Tomorrow is the anniversary of my dad's accident, and right now I can't think of anything other than that I wish I could have at least said goodbye.

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