Dad,
It’s been 4 years and I think of you every day. I have this recurring dream about you. I am 9 years old and you have just returned from one of your flights overseas. I see you walking across the street towards our house and I run to greet you. You are wearing your olive-colored flight suit and I jump into your arms and hug you tight. I smell your aftershave and cigarettes. I feel the scruff of your beard on my face. I am just so happy to see you.
I miss your daily calls to tell me what the weather is like in Bovina and NYC. I miss our FaceTime chats where I show you what I did over the weekend and hearing your comments. I miss fighting with you trying to change your Netflix movie list. As fast as I can add any Obama documentary to the list, you delete and add something with George W Bush in it. I miss watching James Bond movies with you. I just miss you. I love you.
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