I want to thank you for your willingness to step up at my father’s memorial and do an amazing job. I also want to apologize for it taking me so long to write this.
After the memorial I shut everything off relating to my Dad. He’d been dead for over a month and I hadn’t thought about anything else for five weeks straight. When it was over, I needed to be away from it. I knew I needed to reach out to you, as well as others. I’d be driving in my car early in the morning and curse myself for not calling you, not calling Dr. Strickland or Stan Watkins or Cheryl Spotke. The guilt was unrelenting but still… I just couldn’t engage. I’d have those thoughts and then I’d shake them out of my head and keep driving. I was incapacitated when it came to anything related to my dad.
Last week we went to South Carolina and did a rather stripped down memorial for 16 people (counting us). It was in a small, quiet church. Then we spread his ashes on his high school football field. In a way it seemed anticlimactic. In another way, it felt like a homecoming and final chapter for my dad. I think for the first time I am ready to move forward. This letter is part of that.
You did an amazing job and you did it for our family and you did it for me. I don’t know how I pay you back, but whenever you need something from me just consider it done.
This is a letter I’ve been meaning to write for months. It’s under-appreciative and it’s long overdue. You are very important to me Beau.