My first memory of us is visiting you in jail. I remember bringing a pen a pad in and the guards telling me that I couldn’t bring either in. All I wanted to do was write with my father. I was in elementary school. I loved to write and draw and I just wanted to see my father write. I had your letter and drawings. I had even taken some of the letters to wrote to my mother and read qthem. I tried to write just like you. I wanted to draw just like you. I traced the pictures you drew me. I wanted to create something with my pops, my dad, my father.
I even remember writing a letter to you and asking my mother how to spell pregnant; she was pregnant with my younger brother. I wanted to tell you and have you share in my excitement. She told me she would tell you.So I didn’t write and I haven’t written since then; until now. This is my letter to my father.
Dad, I love you. I have always loved you. I have been extremely angry and hurt but that is only because I have loved you. I thank God for having you as my father. I thank God for the man you are. Our relationship has led me to a deeper relationship and understanding of Him. It’s because of you that I am the man I am. I will always love you for that. For all of our memories I love you. For all of our laughs I love you. For being my Father I love you.
I ask that you forgive me for my disobedience and the disrespect I have shown you as your son. I have not always called you father or shown you the respect you deserve as a part of the pair that gave me life. I have been jealous of the love I saw you show my other siblings and even people who weren’t your children because I felt like I never got that from you. I was even jealous of my mother because of the relationship you had with her. I ask your forgiveness Dad for my misguided emotions. You deserve better than that.
I am and will always be your son and no matter my anger over our past I am proud of you. I am proud of the man you are. I am proud to say Aaron Boose is my father. Over these past few months I have been dealing with the fact that I might lose you before I feel like I get to really be your son. That has been the hardest part. I cry every time I think of it. I have always wanted to feel like your son and it wasn’t until tonight that I felt like your son. God showed me how I have always been your son. From my humor, to my abilities, to my height, my mannerisms, even to the fact I don’t go anywhere without my bookbag. I have and will always be your loving son. I love you pops and wouldn’t trade you for the world.
with love YOUR SON, Brennen DeShawn Boose