Dear Daddy,
I know I usually don't call you that anymore, but I haven't seen you in a while either. I know it's hard for you to leave your work and everything, especially with you living on the other side of the country now...but I wanted to write to you. Just to let you know how things were going, you know? I hope you're okay. You should come out to California some time, Daddy. I know it's really not your city, but I still think you'd enjoy it. You could see all of us...we miss you.
I know you were busy, but it was very weird not having you at my wedding. Your father is supposed to give you away...and the best I had was my brother. Now, I love my brother...but he's not you, Daddy. Terry wants to meet you, by the way; he's heard a lot about you. I think you intrigue him, for more reasons than just who you used to be.
Oh, I had to think of you – I was out with Terry and Nikki the other day. Nikki looks just like her dad – it would make you laugh, because she acts like a complete mix of her parents. The press secretary and reporter all rolled into one. She likes your son, I think, because she was interrogating me just like her dad would, until I asked her if she liked him, and would you guess what she answered me with? "Next question." I thought I was going to die – she sounds just like her mom when she says that. You've met Nikki right? She knows about you, at least. Maybe that's just from her parents.
I still read that letter you sent me for my last birthday, you know. I'm thinking about having it framed. I mean, I know that sounds mean of me, but for all the letters I send you telling you about what's going on in our lives, this is the only letter I've gotten back from you in a really long time. I miss seeing your handwriting. You used to write me a letter every week back when we were kids. Whether you actually mailed it or if you left it under our door...it always made me smile, and it gave me something to hold onto for a while. I miss that feeling, Daddy...I feel like you're ever farther away then you ever actually were. Like you're in a different world...and I can't get there, no matter how hard I try.
I don't know what else to say, Daddy. I miss you...we both do. Mom says hi...she says you haven't called her in a while. Don't be mad at her...for whatever. Just talk...that's the least you can do. And come up here soon, too...Aunt CJ and Uncle Danny and Nikki want to see you again. And of course we do too, and Terry.
We love you, Daddy.
Your daughter,
Molly