When love lies
*“To my son, Noah
If you’re reading this, it means the time I feared has come.
But don’t mourn me with sadness. Mourn me with music. With wine. With laughter.
I hope I taught you something. I hope I gave you a piece of your identity, something real to carry forward.
I was a man full of mistakes, but you,you are the grace I didn’t deserve.
Live loud. Love harder. Be better than I ever was.
And when you think of me, think of that night on the porch, when we drank under the stars and talked about love.
That was my favorite night.”*
I read it three times.
Each time, I loved him more.
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