I was just at the opening reception for the conference at which I’m speaking tomorrow, and I came upstairs to spend an hour working on the last details of the speech, whilst texting with Justin and trying to avoid a stupid fight because we’re both overwhelmed.
And then I remembered.
It’s April 5th.
I still miss you, Hank. I hope you’d be proud of me, even as you watch me burn bridges and turn my back on people you loved, knowing that you yourself did the kind of things I do. I hope you’d be proud of me as I try to protect the things that mattered most to you, as I try to be the kind of person you taught me to be, as I try to cherish the things that had meaning in your world.
I still miss you.