Happy Birthday Daddy.
I miss you.
Jorry and the girls miss you.
Emily asked yesterday how long you had been gone.
Too long I wanted to say.
It will be 2years before I know it.
2 birthdays now that I can’t call.
I miss your smile.
I miss Easter the way it used to be.
It’s hard to come home, you aren’t there and it will never feel the same, never feel whole.
I miss your touch.
Do you remember the game you would play with me when I was little? The one where I would tell you that my hand was bigger than yours and then you would place your hand on mine and say “No, mine is bigger than yours.” and I would slide my hand higher and say mine was bigger until I couldn’t reach any further.
Your hand was always bigger. That’s the way it was supposed to be. Always there to protect me.
What I miss the most is your voice. I can’t hear it. And it breaks my heart. I can’t hear it like I would if you were in the room. I try but it doesn’t come. I just want to hear you say you love me. I know you do but oh to hear your voice.
If Heaven is any kind of good and I suspect that it is then there should be Whoppers there. Have some today. Fresh ones
Always your daughter, always!