When my father gave this to me back in 2017 I avoided reading it as I knew it would only make me cry (I am sentimental, what can I say).

He died in 2022 unexpectedly, and I finally read it for the first time after his passing. It destroyed me.

Now I revisit it to look at his handwriting and hear words he didn't tell me often, if ever, but apparently wanted to.

I miss him, and reading this gives me a chance to focus on my memories of him.

The book is beautifully written, though simple.