I could literally sit here and write a book about my father or about how much I miss him. There isn't a day that I don't wish he was still here or wish I could just talk to him. I feel empty without him, lost.... not complete. But, through all the pain, I try to remember that I will see his face again and that I am selfish for wanting him to still be here. He isn't suffering anymore.... he's happy, free...... finally able to do whatever he wants to do without the pain or tiredness getting to him. And for that, I am grateful. But it's a hard pill to swallow to know that my daddy will never walk me down the aisle and will never meet my kids....... That is something I can't find peace in....... I love and miss you Daddy.... so much.