"Hey, honey. Thanks for coming, I know it was hard for you."
"I'll be fine. Can I have a minute alone with him?"
"Of course."
There are so many people here, whom I don't recognize. You must have really gotten around in your time. I could say something comparing our relationship to that of all these people around. How you managed to get along with them, but nowhere close to me, is a mystery. I could go on about our endless fights. And I could even reminisce over the good times and the bad. But, I won't do that. No, no, I dont want to do any of that, not today. I just want to be honest with you. You were a shitty father, but judging by the solemn look on everyone's faces, you were a good man. It pains me to look on your grave with a hint of malice, in this time of mourning. Even at my own father's funeral, I'm somehow still the outcast. How fucked up is that?
Forget it, I said I didn't come here to fight, and I meant that. You don't have to worry about Mom, I'll take care of her. Jake is huddling over there with the rest of your no name friends. You'd think he'd be here to help his brother, but once again, ever the outcast. I suppose it doesn't matter at this point. I've made a life for my own just fine. I only came here to pay my respects like a good son should. Trust me, I want so much to hate you. I really do. I did for a long time, but time makes fools of us all, and changes our perspectives according to its whim. In a way, I get it now. Why you were always so hard on me. I know you wanted me to succeed in life, and I have. I'm doing just fine. I married a wonderful woman, and I think you would've liked her. There isn't a thing in my life I could have accomplished without her by my side. She's kind, beautiful, supportive, and all the things, mom was for you. Yeah, you would've liked her. I couldn't ask for anything more, but even then, I've been continually blessed.
You see, there's someone I want you to meet. This is my daughter, Thea. Fortunately, she got most of her traits from her mother. But she has my eyes, and transitively speaking, your eyes as well. I see you every day, when I look at her. I think that's mostly why my feelings of angst towards you have dissipated. How could I ever be upset looking at this face? You tell me, because it's impossible, I assure you. I tried for so many years to live up to your expectations. I struggled for a long time In this life. That I'm sure you know all too well. But, when I look at my daughter's face, I know it was all worth it. I just wanted to thank you, for giving me the opportunity, to help bring something so wonderful into this world. I'm just sorry, you won't be able to see how amazing she grows up to become. Goodbye, Dad. I'm sure I'll see you soon, but hopefully not too soon.
Come on, Thea. Let's go find your mother.
