I dialed him back, waiting for voicemail to pick up again. “I miss you,” I said. “We all miss you. We need you, okay? My son needs you. You’re his favorite. I know it already. Just…” I shook my head again and hung up. I shouldn’t be angry. I’d done my fair share of shit I thought I needed to do. This was just important. I wanted him part of this memory.
