I am sorry it has been so long and that I didn’t get in touch after you died. Your letters were very aggressive and it took me a long time to figure out what to say. I’m not angry. It has just been a long time since I thought about all these things. The kids have a right to be mad at me, but I also think you have a right to know the truth or at least my version of the truth. I know you didn’t mean to do the things you did, but somehow neither did I. I never fully intended for any of this to happen. I wasn’t even supposed to come to New York. I had no idea who your family was when I came to visit that first time. You never once mentioned a word about who your father was. Can you imagine the thoughts going through my mind the first time I came over?