Dad,
It’s been thirteen years as of today. Thirteen very long, and very difficult years. You were taken too soon and I know that. But it’s fair to say that you were taken for a reason. When I figure out that reason, you’ll be the first to know. I miss you. I wonder a lot what life would’ve been like if you were still here. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to deal with all the heartbreak. Maybe I would’ve been smarter about which boys to date. I probably wouldn’t cry as much. And I’m sure we’d laugh together a lot. And share jokes and stuff. We probably wouldn’t have left California. Or maybe we would’ve moved somewhere else. I know you would’ve been a great father. And I know that for the time you were alive, you loved me very much. I try not to think about you too much, but every so often you cross my mind. And when discussions of Daddy Daughter dances come up or when I think of the man I will marry, you dance through my thoughts. I know that physically mom will walk me down the aisle, but I pray that you’re holding my other hand. I love you, Dad. You’re still my hero. R.I.P.
