An Open Letter To Jimmy Fallon

Dear Dad,

I miss you. What happened to us? As Gotye quoted, “Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.”

I tweeted you shameless plugs for Primanti Bros. Why didn’t you answer my calls, Dad? Now every time I go on Twitter, I see nothing but what used to be—what used to be us.

I wrote a poem for you:

I’m so glad you’re my Dad

You make me happy when I’m sad.

Will you show up to my dance recital, Dad?

I watch your show every night, and feel the comfort of you talking me to sleep. It’s like how you used to tuck me into bed...before you were gone. I dream of what it must be like, to be on your show; you turn and smile at me, and I can see the joy and pride in the crinkles of your eyes. We raise our mugs up to the air, Pitt Tonight and Jimmy Fallon joined in a perfect harmony. A sweet melody plays in the background of our beautiful lives.

But I’m scared. I’m scared you don’t miss me in the way I miss you. I will never stop caring. I will never stop thinking about you when I send you more links asking to watch my show and notice me. Notice me: your son. I’ll never forget you not inviting me to Christmas last year, but I’ll always forgive you. You will always hold a special place in my stomach and heart. I will never find another Dad like you.

All the best,

Your son, Jesse Irwin

Note: This letter was written by a Pitt Tonight writer, and not Jesse Irwin.