Sometimes, I have these thoughts. Things one might see when watching The Twilight Zone.

I see two photos of me when I’m younger and it’s Christmastime.

And I ponder –

If I could send a letter back in time, a letter to my younger self revealing something very significant ahead –  my father dying when I am 15 years old, and hey even better Little Girl, you won’t be there when he literally drops dead – nevertheless, a letter  giving myself the chance to do things differently, say things I wish I would have said, would I do it?

Because the bonus round includes strapping a bomb on that naive girl’s back, the smiling brunette, weighing her down,  cursed with knowledge, clock ticking. Tick tock. Tick tock.

Waiting.

God, I miss my Dad.