““If he were, I would tell him so many things. I would tell him that I love him. And I would tell him that I am proud of him. But most of all, I would tell him that I was sorry. I am sorry for the man I am and the man I am not but wish that I were. I’m so sorry, James, wherever you are.” His words were becoming softer. It was clear that the effort of all of his words was taking a lot out of him. His breathing was becoming labored. But he soldiered on. “I was a terrible father. I wasn’t there for him in the way that I should have been. And he had every right to hate me. I was a bad man, Robert, and that, above anything else, is my life’s greatest regret.””
