I wish I could have kept you safe.
You rode your bicycle face first into our mail box the day you first peddled a two wheel bike.
I picked you up.
You cut your hand and cried "Dad!! I can't do something!" when you were four.
I carried you up the hill.
You had a seizure at day care when you were one.
The ambulance rushed you to the emergency room and your Mom and I held you.
You broke an arm and barely complained.
We tried to keep you in a sling, but you were all boy and had things to do.
I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe, and now you're gone away. It's been too long. I miss you.
Love,
Dad
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