There are a lot of things I wish right now.
I wish I had seen you more.
I wish I had had more time.
I wish I’d answered the phone in June, even though I was at work.
I wish we’d finished putting together my desk.
I wish I’d figured out how to put in the light switch so I could tell you I did.
But, I really wish I could have done more for you.
Everything I can fix, everything I can figure out…
None of it helped at all.
All I had were good thoughts and wishes and hopes.
I wish they’d been enough.
I love you, Dad.
I’ll miss you horribly.
Don’t forget me.