I miss you. It has been a year since we lost you, and we’re still so lost.
I think about you every day. I still get the urges to pick up the phone and call you… and I’m not sure they will ever subside. (And just so you know, you’re still my #1 on speed dial) But since I can’t call you, I suppose I’ll write you a letter… a letter I will never send.
You are the reason I exist on this earth and I continue to live so that you too will live on. To tell you the truth, sometimes it is really hard to live. I have to force myself to not get sucked into a world of bitterness and resentment at the fact that I lost you. But I’m trying, Dad. I’m really trying.
Sometimes when I sit and feel sorry for myself, I get little reminders about how lucky I am to have had you in my life. I see new meanings in things like people, music and hummingbirds where emptiness lingered before. I am the luckiest girl alive to have had such a great father, teacher, role model, and friend. I want you to know that you continue to inspire me in all aspects of my life. The power of our bond is so strong it transcends even death… something I never knew was possible.
I guess you’re still teaching me things. And I’m still learning, and ever striving to make you proud.
I love you.