Trooper Frank Galvan Vazquez

Hey Dad, I'm sorry I haven't talked to you for a while, the time has flown by, and I've only just now started to process everything. I've been seeing white butterflies everywhere I go and can't help but feel like those are "your" signs. I think of how you're always gonna be protecting me. I'm sorry that I haven't been really making the best decisions. I received a traumatic brain injury when I was 19 and it's changed my life a lot, still in ways that I'm noticing even today. I feel as though your protection has kept me alive and well. I've had quite a few close calls but somehow keep coming out without a scratch. I can't help but think you're there, protecting both me and the family. I think of you almost every day and try to visit whenever I can (the Mrs. and I have been talking about keeping up some flowers in your spot, what are your favorites?). I love you so much and will always keep your image alive. I see your face whenever I see mine and hate to say it, but I feel like I have to keep *you* alive. It feels almost as if it's a responsibility and I won't lie when I say that it weighs on me a little. I can't help but feel whenever I talk to people about you, are they talking *about you*? It messes with my head sometimes.I strive to be as strong and full of fire and passion as you once did. I didn't get to know you but I am always looking for the pieces. Something tells me that I'll never stop searching, and that's okay.
I will never forget you, and we will always be together, from now until the end of time. I love you.

Noah Vazquez

April 28, 2022