Before he was the person you called Dad, he was someone else.

Someone with his own hopes.
His own fears.
His own ways of carrying what life gave him.

You may only know that version of him in pieces -
an old photograph, a story he repeats, a song he still remembers, a silence around something he never fully explained.

This collection is not for the role he played.

It is for the person inside it.

For the man who existed before you knew how to see him that way.