Dear Papa,

You told me that let your work speak for yourself. Work with your conviction and give it your best. Dedication and sincerity are important and so is commitment. Team work, support people in your team. All that is really not turning out to be true in and around me.

Sincerity and  dedication do not matter. Brilliance even at the cost of your team is important. Bottom line is important. Fair play is over rated. Throw people under the bus if it lets you get on it.

This is a different world papa, than the one you brought me up to live in. I am feeling a bit lost. Will you be around to help me? I really need you papa. I miss you so much. I will keep a look out, in my dreams may be?

Love you a lot. Miss you.

The people that bring out my weirdness are the ones I hug the hardest.
I read it somewhere recently. It made me think of you.
Here is one hug going out especially for you. Hope you are out there and you get it.
I miss you a lot papa and I will always love you.

When does the pain begin to be bearable? When is the missing less acute and painful? When do you stop beating yourself mentally for all the fights you picked up or smart retorts you gave to your dad? When do you learn to talk about him in the past tense?

I know it takes time, I have been told so. But how much time is time enough?