Dear Joseph and Lucia,
Some recent events have brought to mind of a very difficult time in my youth. When I was 15 we lived in Houston. I was being considered for the Performing Arts School for my bassoon and writing. I saw a future of music and creation. Then Dad moved us to Caldwell. The band hall was a small building and they only had a plastic bassoon. I was devastated. I grew so angry. I remember telling God if he existed, I hated him. I was bullied by the locals in gym class. I hated my life.
In reflection, it was probably the best thing that could have happened in my life. The people I met are still in my life. I was good at music, but not great. I wouldn’t have made it. I would only ever be second best and frustrated. Instead, I learned a much better trade… numbers.
But that turmoil of adjustment was difficult. Combining the transition of moving with puberty was a huge challenge. I’ve never felt that much anger. I’ve only felt that much anger once since. That was the day your mother took you from me.
As I mentioned yesterday, it’s a really good time to reach out. Things are getting complicated on my end. I’ll keep sending letters. Just know your dad misses you very much! I’ll wait for you.