Thank you for the Famicom. For the Sega Dreamcast. For the Playstation, the PS2, and the Xbox 360. Thank you for being the coolest dad. For playing video games with me and my brother.
When I was in high school, my friend Karl said to me, “Let’s switch dads. Your dad is so cool.” I felt so proud. I still tell my friends how you used to play Pokémon (with an emulator, no less) at the office. How you sometimes skipped work and went home to play Metal Gear Solid. How you crushed the Vagrant Story game CD because you couldn’t figure the game out anymore. How you admitted that the ghosts in Fatal Frame scared you. How my brother and I grew up playing Othello and Galaga and Ice Climber with you and Mama. How you bought issue after issue of gaming magazines. How you used up reams of typewriting paper to print out walkthroughs using your office printer.
I could go on and on and on. My point is, I have too many things to thank you for.
I miss you, dad. Terribly so. Although we see each other every day, we no longer spend time playing video games together. It may seem silly but these are fond memories that make me break a smile, while crushing my heart at the same time.
Why must the good things go?
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