Do you know what I miss the most? It's walking through the door, turning down the hallway, hear you call my name and when I stand in the doorway of your room you ask, "What's wrong?" Immediately I'm wondering 'how did you know?'
The stubborn rebel within me would never want to admit a weakness, but the child within me can't help but want to unburden myself; to lay my problems down. How I long for such moments again. Especially now.
Everywhere I turn I am met with decisions that I just don't want to be responsible for, people that I don't know if I should help or walk away from, events that appear to be overwhelming, but they may just be obstacles that I must overcome.
If tonight I close my eyes, and listen very intently will you whisper across the universe and ask, "What's wrong?" Then with a look and intensity that you know so well, I would say, "Oh dad, what isn't wrong?" And then I would will the universe to allow you to answer me.
I await your response.