Paul,
Happy Father’s Day. I feel foolish writing on your board, but to my knowledge, there isn’t a memorial I can visit to share my thoughts in person, so here I am. It's hard not thinking of you every Father’s Day. Once a year, I'm constantly reminded of you not being here. I revisit the few moments we spent together as father and son, and they’re good. I feel I’ve gained a lot holding on to those over the years since you’ve left. In the few moments we connected, our similarities gave me hope that we’d one day strengthen our relationship when I reached adulthood and mutually build a bridge between us on our own time. Unfortunately, we didn't have time, and I lost you before I got to know you as a man for myself. However, I find comfort in knowing you’d be incredibly proud of the man your firstborn became, and I only wish I was allowed to see the man you were in this life. God willing, I'll meet you someday on the other side, and we can finally get that SoulCalibur rematch. But until then, I pray you continue to rest in peace.