December 2

Bobby's dead.

We barely got to say goodbye. My father is really gone, and I never got to tell him anything I should have. Like, thanks for always being there. Thanks for showing us what a real Dad acts like. Thanks for letting me and Sammy be kids when we were with you for a little while. Thanks for treating us like men when we got back together again, even when we were acting like idjits. Just... thanks Bobby. For everything.