Writing this was probably the hardest, scariest thing I have ever done. I wanted so much to say the "right" thing. Unfortunately there is really no such thing.
At first I was only going to leave my email address and a short note. I did not want to put a bunch of pressure on him. To make him feel like he had to respond. But then I thought about it some more (it took like 5 hours of writing to even come up with the short note I did send) and decided that as this might be my only chance to say anything at all I should probably say something. I don't know how good it is but this is what I wrote...
Dear J,
Forgive me for not knowing what to say. I have thought about this for so long you would think that I would have it all figured out. But my mind is blank. Honestly I am scared to death, completely terrified.
Last night, after finding your page on My Space I sat up for hours just staring at it. Reading your words and trying to picture the man you have grown up to be instead of the little boy I remember. And now I am sitting here crying while I stumble over words. It's like you are all of a sudden real, not part of my wishful thinking.
I love you! Maybe I will never get the chance to say that again so I am saying it now. I love you and I miss you. Not a day has gone by that you have not been in my thoughts, my prayers, and my heart. I have carried you with me always. You were never forgotten and always loved.
My life has been hard. I won't lie about that and I won't look down in shame either. I was diagnosed with PTSD ten years ago but have had it most of my life. I carry scars and probably always will.
I am sorry if I let you down. I never wanted to see you hurt. You were the love of my life and I would have cut my own throat before intentionally causing you to shed a tear.
Anyway, I am going to let you go. Before I chicken out and find myself unable to hit the send button. If you ever feel like you want to talk you can get back to me at
******@yahoo.com or (206)***-****.
Love and Blessings,
Jackie
I know that he has read it so now all I can do is wait to see if he replies or not. If he doesn't then at least I will have told him I love him. And I did not go into a shpeal about how awful his dad was.
Oh, by the way. My boy is a rapper. If anyone feels like checking out his stuff they can go to My Space - Look for Dead Leaves Ink- that's the bands space not his.