Dear Dad, As I watched Max run around during his soccer game I thought of you. I know how much you liked watching me and my brothers play sports.
Now I get it.
There was something magical about seeing Max in his uniform, running up and down the field with a sense of pure joy made me tingle.
It's moments like this that I regret not being able to talk to you. I want to know what moments gave you that same kick. I want to know what you liked about being a dad, what you regret and what you feel when you see your grandson -- or me as a dad.
We never had conversations like these; that's another regret.
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