My name is John, and at 68 years old, I can finally say something I never imagined I would: I’m a college graduate.

That money was never yours.

It was his.

He earned every dollar of it.

He worked double shifts so you could have new shoes for school.

He skipped vacations so you could go to summer camp.

He never once complained, because he loved you and he loved me, and that was enough for him.*

*When I got sick, he sat beside my bed every single night.

He learned the names of every medication.

He argued with the insurance company for hours on the phone so I could have the treatment I needed.

He held my hand through every difficult moment, and he never made me feel like a burden.*

*That is the man you called foolish for wanting to go back to school.*

*I am ashamed of how you spoke to him.

I am ashamed that you cut him off.

I am ashamed that I did not say this to your faces while I had the chance.

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