Dear Mike,
I don’t know how, but I hope there’s some way you can see this. I just want to tell you how much I miss you. I miss you so much. It’s an insane amount how much I miss you. You were a huge part of my childhood and helped shape who I am today. Mike, you were honestly a second father to me.
I have so many regrets though, I regret not taking the time to visit you before you were put in the hospital the first time. I should’ve seen you when you were well, I guess I just assumed youd be here forever. I regret not visiting you after you got back from the hospital the first time. I don’t know why I didn’t visit, I should’ve. And at that time I knew how precious our time together was. God I wish I have visited you more.
I also want to confess to something. When you were in the hospital the first time, I prayed. I prayed for you to get better. And well, my prayers were answered. After your surgery you were doing so well, the doctors were so optimistic, I couldn’t have been happier. But mike, what i did next was my biggest regret. Once the everyone said you were getting better, I stopped. It’s not that I stopped caring, but I had just had my prayers answered so why keep praying for them?
A part of me will always feel like it was my fault, at least partially. I stopped praying for you, and when that happened you took a turn for the worse. When I started praying again it was too late. I’m sorry mike. I really am. I have so much I regret. But I needed to tell you, even though you probably wont see this. Just know that you mean the world to me and I love you so much.
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