To Oliver
My Dearest Oliver,
My son, I am so sorry for leaving you each day.
You are a beautiful boy. You’re in good hands.
Everyone loves you.
Joelle says that you look wise beyond your years.
You are. You are wise enough to forgive me for disappearing each day. That man who was with you through everything for the past three months,He is in your heart. Will you recognize me when I return each day. For how long will you remember me? Perhaps on weekends?
I am your father and I love you.
Your Disappearing Dad
Monday May, 16, 2005 • Joe • 10:41 AM
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