New Years

Last New Years Eve, you called to tell me how I was missing out on the delicacies you purchased for the New Year celebration. Raw oysters, caviar with home-made deviled eggs, expensive champagne... You said to me how this would be the first new years we spent apart in... how long? We didn't even know. It's hard to think that we won't spend another one together.

When will I stop wishing I would have gone home?

I miss you, Dad.