Andrew, My Son,

     Sometimes, I think that you think you’re invincible.  Every time you climb on a building or climb on your bike, I fear a trip to the Emergency Room.  But I never, never thought anything really bad would happen to you. Today, when the police told me that you had been killed, it tore me apart. It didn’t feel like acting anymore.  I don’t like not having you around.

     I’ve made a lot of assumptions. I’ve always assumed that you knew how I felt about right and wrong.  I’ve always assumed you knew how proud I was of your accomplishments. I assumed you knew that I liked you and enjoyed your personality.  Most of all, I assumed you knew how much I love you. The purpose of this letter is to make sure you know that I’m proud of you, I like you and enjoy your personality, and I really love you.

Love,             
Dad