Your dad started touring with a band that summer. Not ours but a new one he joined. I heard they were playing all over the country, but I never saw them.
He invited me to one of the shows. Sent me passes to go backstage. But I couldn’t. I didn’t. I was too depressed. Spinning too quickly into a whirlwind of regret and despair that I couldn’t pull myself out of.
I haven’t seen him since he graduated.
I changed my email address so he couldn’t find me again.
But I think about him all the time.