From all my memories of you; from all of the old pictures of you with me and my brothers; from all of the letters and e-mails and notes you've ever written...it's obvious that my brothers and I brought you all of the joy in your life - enough joy to live forever.
You would do anything for us, and you always did. You were born to be a dad.
So tell me, Daddy: when did we stop being enough for you? When did we stop bringing enough joy to your life that it was no longer worth living?
After 24 years of being our hero, why did you decide to stop being a dad?
You tell me that.