On Beautiful Days

Dear Daniel,

It’s hard to feel any true joy without immediately being brought back down from missing you. I’ve noticed this on the most beautiful days. The sun will be shining, the weather will be perfect, and for a moment, I feel happy to be alive. And then once that thought hits, it’s followed by sadness that you are no longer alive to enjoy days like it. It also reminds me of something Dad once said to me:

When I shoot a round of golf, I’m okay if it’s just average. If I play poorly, it makes me angry. If I play really well, it makes me sad because I used to get excited to call Daniel to tell him about my round. It almost makes me hope nothing too good ever happens to me.