Dear Erik
Let me start with I forgive you.
You made a mistake. We all do.
When you left, it was bad.
Your mom cried. I had to hold her.
She said, "God, please let me wake up."
Your father sat on the front porch and spoke to no one.
Your brother and sister held each other and hated the world.
Your daughter sat in her car and screamed.
And your son sat in silence and thought.
You did that.
It's been three years, and the hole is still there.
Your mother doesn't talk as much anymore.
Your father hugs me a little tighter and a little longer than before.
Your brother and sister have families who have to ask who Uncle Erik is.
Your daughter has become stronger than any twenty five year old should be.
And your son is turning eighteen without a father.
He wants to make movies, you know that?
Your little man wants to make movies.
He just wishes you were here to see them.
So let me just finish with I forgive you.
You made a mistake. We all do.
Just come home.