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 is my failure, and I will carry it.*

*But I am asking you now — I am asking you from wherever I am when you read this — to do better.

Go to his graduation.

Bring the people who love him.

Make sure he does not come home to silence on the night he deserves to be celebrated.*

*He has never once stopped loving you.

Not for a single day.*

*Your father is not a foolish old man.

He is the finest person I have ever known.

I need you to see that before it is too late to tell him so.*

*All my love, always,*

*Mom*

I sat on the bench for a long time after I finished reading.

The paper shook slightly in my hands.

I told myself it was the cold.

The back door opened.

Daniel came out and sat beside me on the bench without asking.

He didn’t say anything.

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