Son,
I wanted to give you an update on my health condition.
As you know, I have cancer that is slowly and steadily spreading through my body. The doctor told me that I have between a year and three years to live.
Plenty of time to see my boy pitch for Boston, right?
Son, I know this is hard. It's hard for us to not have you here, but I want you to realize something that I have realized. Maybe this all happened for a reason. I know this...this disease has changed me for the better. I was so consumed with my version of success and never once thought about what would make you, your brother, your sister, and a lot of the times my own wife...what would make them happy.
The main thing I want you to know is this: Please don't let this affect you. I know it's hard. But I want you to know what I am okay. I'm not bitter and I'm not angry, so you shouldn't be either. This has been a blessing in disguise for me.
Clay, one day I will see you pitch in that Shipbuilder uniform and it will be one of the happiest days of my life. I love you, son.
Love,
Your Father
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