Hi Dad, you passed yesterday.
You died around 7pm yesterday.
I know that we didn't talk. We hadn't talked in over a year, your oldest brother called to give me the news. He's on his way up now to start making arrangements because I live across the country.
We didn't get to say goodbye, but I wonder what we would have actually had to say to each other.
You had so many cool stories, gave me my taste in music, and are where some of the best parts of my personality are from.
You weren't a great dad, or husband to mum. You never came around to accepting me and my gender (trans man), even though I think you always wanted a son, and we didn't agree on anything politically.
But this still sucks, and I'm still sorry that we couldn't figure things out. I wear your earrings and necklace every day. I'll remember you as you were, good, bad and ugly. At least you're not in pain anymore. I love you, and maybe I'll meet you on another plane someday.