An Open Letter to My Dad on His 76th Birthday
Here’s the thing, Kouk—
I take a lot of beach walks, and the other day when I was out solo, I got really sad because while it was deeply pleasant, I knew a walk with you would be better.
I hated that.
Later that day, I saw a grandpa with a little boy on his shoulders, the boy with his hands on his grandpa’s cheeks. I loved that for them, hated it for me, and for my kids.
They are so cute and mouthy and fun right now. You would get such a kick out of each other. You’d teach them so much. You’d be so proud to know them.
But, just yesterday, I got a message from a local restaurant that wants to have Oliver in to sign his book. It’s their tenth anniversary on your birthday. And they want him to give away free scoops of ice cream to help them celebrate. I can’t help but know that’s you wanting to party.
So, thank you.
Thank you for continuing to show up in big and obvious ways.
Thank you for bringing us magic.
Thank you for steering us and showering us with love, even though we can’t hug you or eat chicken fried steak at a diner before a beach walk or ice cream with you on your birthday.
We miss you lots, but your presence is felt. And this year? You’re bringing the party down to us, and that is very, very cool.
Your bud,
Whit
