But even in my grief, I can’t stop thinking about the woman he called his wife.
His last request? Dad, please take care of Holland. You’re the only one I trust.
But the thoughts swirling through my mind are certainly not what my late son had in mind.
How do I resist this woman in front of me?
After all, you can’t choose love, it chooses you.
I stop to let this sink in. I’m a father without a son? Is this possible? My lips tremble at the thought of the last time I’d seen him only a month ago. He never brought Holland, wanting to spend as much time together, just him and me. If I’d known it was all the time I’d had with him, would I have held him longer? Done anything different? It doesn’t matter, not now that I essentially have my father status stripped from me. As if staring at Dear Dad isn’t enough to rip my heart out, I begin to devour the letter and his last words.
Fuck, If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone. I had one dream, growing old with Holland. Death won’t stop me from providing for my wife. And because you’re the best man I know, what I’m about to ask—my last request—I know you’ll do. Please take care of Holland. Take her back to California with you. It’s a lot—I know. But, I’m placing my most precious possession in your hands.
See, we don’t have much saved and the military won’t let Holland stay in government quarters after my death. I have very little to provide for her if I die. I have my SGLI (life insurance), but it’s not enough after she pays for school. But she’s talented in design. Please help her get on her feet. Love her like you love me. She has nothing to go back to in Virginia. Her family will suck the little life insurance she has of mine dry.
Mom would have felt so abandoned if I went straight to you from high school. But if I trust anyone with Holland, it’s you.
One of my regrets in life is not fighting Mom to come live with you. By the time I knew I could stand up to her, I had met Holland. Please don’t tell Mom this. She tried, I know she did. She loves me, this I never doubted. But I wish I knew you better, Dad.
Please know that every moment we had together, I treasured. I know that’s not a real dude-like thing to say, but I did. You made me the man who Holland fell in love with. Let her know when she falls in love again, it’s okay! I want everything for her that we couldn’t have together.
And, Dad, I know Mom did you wrong. You never made me choose, but it made you cynical. That’s why you’ve never committed to anyone else. Please, find a woman you love and live the life I couldn’t.
You will always be a dad—my dad.
He has given me closure and purpose. In his honor, I’ll make sure Holland is taken care of.
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