For my father—who I lost this past year, I wish I had been as good to
you as you were to me. Twenty-twenty hindsight can be a horrible
and haunting thing. I can only hope and pray that you could see
beyond my youth, see the man, and know in your heart
I tried to be the best I could be.

For Roxie—a cousin, now a sister, for enduring the unendurable,
the loss of a child, it should happen to no one in the entire world.
My heart is broken for you.

For Maribeth—to the ghosts of youth, may we forever be haunted
and happier for it.