Dad, I don’t even know why I’m writing this. It is hard to say, I always thought you were going to be there. You were like a pillar in my life, that one constant that was always there for me even when I didn’t want you to be. An stone…

Dad, Been a long while again, what? About six years? Things are going good out here, you’ll be happy to hear we upgraded to a house. Yeah, never thought I’d have a house. Greg is still an awesome roommate, my best friend. Having someone you can rely on makes life…

Dad, It is good to see everyone again, so much has changed in the few years I was gone. You got another house, it’s a good one. Also, pretty awesome what you did for mom, introducing her to her tv hero. I still don’t know how my manage to pull…

Dad, It has been almost two years, allot has changed since then. I know we still don’t talk much. I should call home more often, I know mom hates me for it but I have been busy. It was going well for a good while, I’ve made a lot of…

Dad, I don’t think I ever thanked you for getting me back home. You never really objected when I was ready to leave again. You even drove me to the train station, gave me a hug and told me to take care of myself. I don’t know what you must…

Dad, Things are going alright all the way out here, been gone a few months and still looking for a job at this point. Ain’t so easy, but I am still getting by. Budgeting my money on roughly $25 dollars a week, lots of tuna helper. You get a taste…

Dad, I am sorry you lost the house, mom said it was inevitable and for the best though. I know it hurt her to leave it too, but she is a realist, she understands. You. You were always the optimist, always promising things would turn out right, and if they…

Dad, It has been two years since I ran, I thought house arrest was a little extreme but perhaps it was what I needed. Mom’s knee-jerk reaction to take me out of school for my protection was probably an even worse idea, but what did I care. I never really…

Dad, It is hard to say why it happened, perhaps it is just a part of growing up. They boy who clung so trustingly to your pantleg is fifteen. A runaway. A boy going nowhere. It is not hard to say how it happened, the transition from child to teenager…