Dear David,

You called me last night, Thank you. "Hey man! Is this Daniel?" "Yeah, who is this?" "Its your uncle David, man. I miss you so much! Your dad, real dad, Randy, says hi." If only you knew how long I had waited for this call. Four years of waiting. "David, I haven't seen you since the trouble with cops! How are you?" "I'm good, remember when we went fishing and I helped you catch your first fish, well I'm going to come home man, we are going to go fishing, we are going to drink a beer and talk. I bet your a couple feet taller then when I left, I know how I left you alone hurt, but I promise some day, me, you, and Randy are going to all talk like old times." "David.. you know you were my father after Randy left? And then you left. I still love you man. I think you should come down and see me, I wish I could have anyone one of those afternoons we spent down at the damn river back..." "Daniel, you know your father didn't want to leave, he loved you to death, I still tell him about you. I gave him the pictures of the day we went fishing, the day just before the fight with the officer. Before I die, I promise we will see each other again, and we will go fishing on the old farm. I gotta go, I love you. " Click. You changed everything right there. You left me hurting so bad, all those memories. Smoking with you down at the little damned pond, you showing me how to drive before I could reach the stupid pedals of your pickup. I remember that little calendar you had of those naked girls in your pickup, and you always told me those were your girlfriends. I know I will never see you again, I know you and Randy are never going to come back. But god damn do I miss you, man.

Sincerely,

Daniel Shay Carlson