Wish You Were Here;

Dad,

Uncle Drew used to pick me up from kindergarten when Mum couldn't. I remember he would stick me in front of the TV, and tell me to stay and watch spongebob until he finished his homework.

I would sit and wait patiently until he'd finish, just so he'd tell me things about you. He'd say things like how you wouldn't have breakfast until you had brushed your teeth, how you would come over in the middle of the night to the Jones' house and they'd find you on the couch in the morning, snoring away. He told me about how you taught him to be nice to Mum, because she's his only sister, and one day, he would need her more than anything.

And sometimes, he would even pull out his guitar. Well, technically, it was yours, but it was now his. He would play me all of the wiggles songs until Mum would get home, and sneakily take pictures. But, as much as I loved Uncle Drew, I would silently wish it were you behind that guitar, strumming the chords and making me laugh.

Wish you were there,

Jace