Dear Dad,
Happy Father’s Day!
I hope tomorrow is actually Father’s day…
You have supported me my entire life with whatever I’ve wanted to do, no matter how crazy it may have seemed. I remember all the concerts you drove me to. I remember all the times you would encourage me to practice pitching for softball, then you would catch for me for hours. (Sorry, about those brushes on your legs, by the way.) I remember all the times you rescued me from whatever crazy situation I had gotten myself into, like being stuck on the side of I-95 with a broken car. So I just want you to know…
I really appreciate it.
Usually when I think about you, I think about the picture of us from when I was little; the black and white one from the newspaper. We were at a basketball game, I think, and we were both sitting on the floor watching the game. I miss watching games with you. And joking with you about how Campbell always beats East Carolina.
Thank you for always loving me; through the sporting events I have almost gotten kicked out of, through the times I almost got a red card, through the black hair, through the scream-o music, through my independent and opinionated temper. Thank you.
I know that you always joke with me about going to Lake Tahoe, but I know that as much as you wanted me to go to Tahoe, you wanted me to follow the Lord more. When I think about how much I miss you, I get sad, because I know I still have 74 more days until I will be home. But I know you are loving me, supporting me, and praying for me from afar.
You are an amazing coach, an amazing dad, and an amazing man of God.
I love you!
your daughter,
Caitlyn
