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.

Love,
Dad