to papa:

i love you and rest in peace. you have always loved and supported me. i only hope that i will always make you proud of me. i will never forget how hard you made me laugh when i was a baby. or our countless hours of mah jong. or the hookshots you shot over me in the backyard. or all the days of summer when you would make me cup and noodle and cheese sandwiches. or your torta, which still is the best to me, no offense to mom or mama. or coming down the stairs every morning and shaking your hand or giving you a kiss. or the instant filipina girl you promised me while you were there, just add water! or the teddy "beers" of the forests of maryland. there are probably so many other things that will come back to me later, but for now, you get my point pa. i just wanna end this entry by quoting you.

papa: ryan, what is a straight line?

ryan: it's formed by two points.

papa: you tell your math teacher this instead. a straight line is an arch with a radius of infinity.

no pa. a straight line is the worst thing you could ever wait for. i love you. watch over us like you always have.