Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; they are the pawns of Sorkin and Wells.

Rating: PG

A/N: This piece was inspired in part by Chai's excellent fic, Buying Time, as well as the movie My Life. I was watching it today (unfortunate mustache, but at least BW plays an actual, you know, human being). Anyway, Michael Keaton's character is dying of cancer, so he makes these videotapes for his as yet unborn son to watch as he is growing up, about different things. It just got me to thinking, what would Josh do in the same situation? There may have been a similar fic to this in GCCA earlier; I can't remember. If so, I'm sorry. This just came to me and I thought I'd write it.

Third in a series of letters beginning with 25 Things to Live By

For those of you who wanted a happier resolution to this, I will be doing an alternate plot once I get finished with this particular avenue.

I'm sending this out unbeta'd, and I'm not sure if it's much good, so let me know!

This was inspired by the song "He Gets That From Me" by Reba McIntire that Lauren posted about. It just seemed to go along so well in the vein of 25 Things. I highly suggest you watch the video at the link Lauren provided.

Feedback: Always a plus.

Dear Dad,

Thanks for the letter. I miss you, even though we never really met. Everyone was talking about you today, saying what a long time it's been, how much I'm like you, and all. That kind of made me mad, 'cause today was about me, you know? I don't say that to be selfish, but it was, and anyways, it kind of made me feel really bad, too, 'cause you weren't there. Uncle Toby is great, though; he takes me to lots of ball games and everything. Uncle Sam gave me a snorkeling trip, for just the two of us, and Aunt CJ said I could come out and stay with her this summer and go to film camp.

That's another thing. I want to make movies. Not Hollywood exactly, but documentaries, maybe. You don't mind, do you? I know you'd probably rather I do something with politics, like you, or baseball, but...Mom says you wouldn't mind, really, as long as I'm happy.

Dad, I'm worried about Mom. She hardly ever goes out with guys, and like you said, I want her to be happy. I think, sometimes, it's my fault, because I'm yours, because I look so much like you. It's like I'm a reminder, or a barrier against her being "disloyal" to you. You wouldn't want her to feel like that, would you, Dad? From the letter, and everything I've heard, you seem like a good guy, like you really loved her. I love her, too; I even let her eat my fries and everything, andfries are the best.

Sorry if you're mad about what I said at the beginning, but it's the truth, and I can be honest with you, right? I wish you'd have been there today. I wouldn't have minded if they talked about you all day, then.

Your son,

Joshua Josiah