My father passed away exactly 51 weeks ago while I was living in Berlin. I returned to Texas and spent some time after the funeral going through his things and stumbled upon a letter I had written to him 10 years prior.
Right before going off to college, I wrote a letter to my Dad expressing that although I was going to sail off on my own adventures, I would always cherish the time we had spent together.
I found this letter–which he laminated–in his work briefcase. I learned that day that he carried it to work with him. Every. Single. Day.
I wrote my dad an email after I read this.