Left Behind

A few years ago I moved. I left behind quite a bit of my past. A bit of it came back today. My friend Brad brought me a box that I had left behind. Diploma, awards, my baby book, and other proof I've actually lived.

And an undated letter in handwriting I recognize as mine:

Dear Dad,

I miss you. I want to see you soon. I just got some new paperback books. My favorite is Championship. It is about NFC title games. I have got a book on the Harlem Globetrotters. I got a book on the Partridge Family. It only cost me 40¢. This girl is going to buy it for $1.00. Did you know that the Chicago Bears beat the Washington Redskins 73-0 in 1940?

Love,
signed

P.S. Gogi and me want to come to you. We miss you very much.

I couldn't mail the letter. We didn't know where he was.

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And how did I get to be a capitalist at such a young age?

# Posted by: domoni at May 7, 2004 10:03 PM

"How did I (you) get to be a capitalist....?" deflecting your message there aren't you?! You are so laissez faire!

I could tear up on the central message; I'm certainly glad to have found this stuff. I know you'll never let go of the passion and desire you expressed, though it is focused on children rather than parents now.

# Posted by: Wil at May 12, 2004 01:56 PM

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