La'brandon
Dad,
There’s so much I wish I could say, but it’s hard to put it all into words. As a child, I didn’t fully understand, and your presence felt distant and difficult for me to grasp. But no matter what, the love I have for you, Kenneth McNeil, began the moment I was born. That’s something no one can take from me.
As I grew older, I began to understand you better. When I found out God called you home, it hit me harder than I can describe. You had already gone, and it was the worst feeling a child could face. But I’m coping, even if it hasn’t fully sunk in yet. I know one thing for sure, though — you’re with me, all day, every day, even when I sleep.
Watch over me, pops. I’m your baby boy, and if I’ve ever hurt you in any way, please forgive me. I never meant it. I’ve hurt mom more than I’ve hurt you, but you have to know that I loved you.
Please watch over me, and keep me strong.
Love,
Your son