Summary: Connor attempts to write his father's eulogy.
My main memory of my parents together is of them fighting. I remember when we would go to events together, I would always keep my coat on in case one of them decided to storm off and take me with them. It drove Pop mad. "Take your fucking coat off!" he would yell. I never did.
Pop never hit me. He never took much notice of me, really. At some point my mother wasn't there anymore and then he didn't want me around anymore either. I think I reminded him of Mom too much.
Eventually he started his new family, with Caroline. She was always kind to me, less so to her own kids. Shiv in particular, she was cruel to. She was Pop's favorite though. I hope that made up for it.
Kendall was my replacement. I like to think he turned out to be an even bigger disappointment than I was. He loved him though. Roman was the one who usually got the worst of his temper. I wonder if that's better than not being acknowledged at all?
I remember growing up around my father's friends. The wolf pack. Lester was the worst of them, but it says a lot that Pop chose to be friends with any of them. Don't go in the pool with Mo — but it's okay for Mo to hang around your kids otherwise.
I know I let my younger siblings down. I should have protected them from Logan Roy and the others. I tried, but it was too hard on the outside. I'm sorry I failed them. I'm sorry I failed you, Pop. I'm sorry I wasn't the son you wanted.
I keep visiting you even though you're gone. It's strange how you're not there even though you are. Roman was the first one of us to see you, after. I asked him if you looked peaceful and he said, "No, he looked fucking dead," like he was talking to a moron.
Goodbye, Pop. I miss you. I love you. And fuck you.
Connor reads over what he's typed and then hits the delete button.