I’m only 25 years old Dad, my baby is only three! We aren’t ready! I’m not ready not to have you. The day your grandson comes to me and asks who the man is in the picture and I see your face, of course he will know that amazing man is his Papa, but god will it kill me! One month, One week, and Five days ago my dad was taken from myself and this world, brought to his death by a firearm. I’ve spent the last 21 plus years with this man in my life being the dad he never had to be, but he chose to even when us kids gave him reason to doubt that choice. This man taught me more than I could possibly explain, even though he is gone I will carry those lessons on for the rest of my life. I hope to be half the parent for my son that he wanted to be and chose to be. No one could ever make this situation make sense to me, no one could ever take this hurt away. I love you dad, and I miss you so much, every day hurts too realize and except all over again..... the truth. Knowing you aren’t coming back for any of us, hurts dad. I am so sorry this happened to you, you didn’t deserve this.
But I know You are always with mom, the baby, us girls, your son, and the rest of the family now. And I know that.
I love you always and forever Dad.