Everyday it is torturous to see your portrait hung up on the wall alongside granpa and granma.
Things just aren't the same anymore. I miss that lingering smell from your self-rolled cigarettes, I miss those jokes you used to crack.
Thinking back, I wish we were much closer. We were close when I was much younger, but as I grew older, somehow the bond between us loosened. I'd give anything to be able to hug you once more. I can't help but feel that I have failed in carrying out my obligations as your son.
I'm sorry, I should've listened more often.
You'll always be in our hearts.
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