Dear Larry,

A year has passed since you stepped out of sight,
not gone, just beyond the edge of what I can touch.

Time carries your presence. It finds me in quiet moments
a word, a thought, something small I cannot hold, and for an instant, you return.

I remember the last goodbye...
a door that wouldn't close, lingering as if to say, "Not yet, stay a moment longer."
When I finally stepped aside, it opened,
and I felt you were there, watching, making sure I was safe.

There were so many endings I didn't recognize then...
the last walk, the last meal, the last time we said nothing, and it meant everything.

It took me a while to make a place for you
not because you were far, but because you were everywhere.

Fourteen years don't disappear.
They settle, quietly, into the way I see the world now.

We were not simple, not always easy...
But something in all of it continues to speak.

Even now, in this softer silence, I send you my prayer, and the conversation hasn't ended.

With love,
Nami

Tuesday, 20/01/26

Dear Ari,

We fucking made it! I'm on the other side of Love Letters Live!

The anxiety and fear I sat with for an entire year to bring that show to life, was, to say the least, insane. "What if you fuck it up, Ryan?!", "What if you can't get on that stage, Ryan?!"; "Who do you think you are, Ryan?! To think that you have something to say that the world would want to listen to?!"; "They're going to think you're fucking weird and laugh at you!"; "No one gives a fuck about poetry and your dead daughter—its about time you get a real job!", they protested.

But, you taught me who I am amongst the noise of mind.

And here we are.

I'm so grateful that everything aligned, that I had the opportunity to bring you to life in a way the universe couldn't. And, to top it off, your brother Eli and sister Samira were an instrumental part of bringing this into reality. I can't thank them, and you, enough. I won the lottery—and my prize was you 3 beautiful human beings.

Surreal does not speak to the gravity of what I feel, now.

I know who I am.

I'm that 23 year old boy that jumped head first into the flames and emerged as a man, and ultimately the father I am today.

Thank you, yet again.

Love Daddy

Sunday, 28/12/25

Dear Ari,

We're on the precipice again. And, like the last time we met, l'm ready to leap - one hand holding my fear, the other bracing my heart. The heart you showed me I had the day you died.

I didn't cower from the truth that day. In 3 hours you taught me strength, love and life. You taught me what it means to truly lose something—and the cost of that. But, I promise you: I will never lose myself to fear.

I was blessed to receive you—and honoured to deliver you to death. And, just as I did then, I will deliver you to the world come January 19th, what would have been your 17th birthday.

For every day you can't live, I will live to my fullest. It would be an insult not to.

This is my pledge to you, to me, to Eli, to Samira, and to anyone who has felt the cost of love.

Thank you.

Love Daddy

Friday, 16/01/26

Well, my girl, we're here— on the eve of the big rehearsal. I cannot believe how quickly it's all crept up on me - let alone that I've built this. I'm not going to puff my chest out and pretend that I'm not shitting bricks. I am. But despite that, I know my duty, my task.

Over the last year, I've felt an incredible amount of pressure—but I trust in myself and the work I've put in. I know my craft and respect it. Failure is the safety net of a relic - the final throes of, "this kept me safe in the past". I am ready to own that stage and settle into myself.

No more survival - this is life and I shall fucking live. For you, for me, for every heart that's bled just to survive.
I will no longer play coy or act shy towards who and what I am. I wholly accept my being and will never abandon that, again.

Self-sovereignty is my wealth and living authentically is my riches.

Home is on the other side of Love Letters Live.

I'm looking forward to finally coming home, darling. This is my time. Watch me be what I'm best at—me.

Thank you.

Love Daddy