A Letter to Bodhi.
June 14, 2018
I was surprised by fatherhood. At 39 I was pretty sure that my only paternal experience might be that of stepfather, but within a few years I’d found Monica, and two kids had been born.
Sarah, our first, died at only 10 days old. Before we had even begun to recover, Bodhi was born. Two years later I was in the hospital and not sure if I was going to be around for my new family.
Over the next couple of years I started writing letters to my son that were intended for him to read as he got older. I’ve continued to write them, even after my health returned. They are the things that I would want him to know about me if I wasn’t here to tell him.