Dear dad,
I can't believe it's been 11 years. I missed writing you a letter for father's day, but I just want you to know, you're all I thought about. I've been getting stronger, dealing with you being gone. I'm not saying it's easy, but time made it Less hard. I still miss you like crazy every single day. And you're the topic of alot of my conversations. I talk about all the times we shared, with ppl who'll listen.
I never get tired of telling ppl about the amazing man you were. The great dad you turned out to be. I know when we were younger, you guys didn't have parenting figured out, and it wasn't easy, but you learned along the way, and made me the woman I am today. When I'm in a situation I don't have an answer to, I think of what you'd say to me. You were so wise. Probably cause you lived it lol. There's days I still cry, and get angry at the fact you're gone. But I understand you're not hurting anymore. I feel like, if I move on, and I'm okay with it, that I'll forget you, and that you'll be sad.
I'm not sure where things are going in my life, but I know you'll help me get there. There's a thing I do with the girls, and I know it's silly, but I like it. When chey was little I would tell her, every time a plane goes by, that's grampy. Now that they're older, they know you're not really in it, but it's a metaphor of you flying by keeping an eye on us. So they say I love you grampy, to the sky. I don't see any harm in it. I just wish it was true. That you're on a plane coming home. As ridiculous as that sounds.
I have a certain dream of you every couple months. You're in the hospital in a coma, and I'm visiting you, talking to you, hoping you're listening. As I'm walking away, I hear you say Jill. I turn around, and we're at home. You keep saying you were just on vacation, and you're cancer is gone. I never want to wake from that dream, because it in, I still have you. Alot of days, I'll sit and cry. Which makes me feel better.
Yesterday Savannah was blowing bubbles outside, and the wind took they way up high, and she kept saying, they're going to heaven with grampy. It was so cute. They miss you so much. They didn't ever get the pleasure of meeting you, and growing up with your love, but they know everything about you. I tell them things all the time, and answer whatever questions they have about you. I want them to feel like they knew you, and met you.
This day of the year is always the hardest for me. The depression kinda sneaks up on me during the week leading up to it, then I break down inside on today. "I wish there was a rewind button, cause I'd push it, and ask for 5 more minutes". That's a country song, every time I hear that line, I think of you. I'd be pushing it nonstop. I hate not being able to call you, or visit you, and watch law and order, or NASCAR. I know I can talk to your spirit, but that's not the same at all!!! I want to run up to you, and give you the biggest hug ever. Sometimes I wait for the day I see you again, and how I would feel. What I would say. Its along road, and a long time before I see you, but sometimes I wish it were closer. I wish God would let you show yourself to me, so I could just see your face again. Even for a second. I miss you so much dad. So So much. I couldn't miss anyone more. I love you dad, and I hope you're doing ok in heaven. You deserve the best!!!