Dear Dad...

It has been nine years. NINE YEARS to the day that you left us. Left us for some place peaceful and where you can watch over us.

Everyday, there is at least one moment that you come into my mind, and my heart twinges with fond memories and the love I shared with you. But I cannot write this post without tears today.

Today I feel sad. Why today after nine years today is especially hard is beyond me. I excuse myself at weddings when the bride dances with her father because it hurts that I never got to share that with you. But I know you were there, looking down on me on our wedding day.  My husband carries so many of the great qualities that you have, I can't help thinking and wondering if you had a small hand on bringing him into my life shortly after you were gone.

My son carries your name. I gave him your name, so one day he will know how much you meant to me, what a great man you were and what an honor it is to share your name. My heart is saddened that you won't know him and he'll only have "memories" that I share with him of you. Sad that he won't be able to experience the love and affection that you gave to me and shared with us kids and grandkids that knew you.

Some days I feel robbed - robbed of the time I would've had with you. Remembering the times we shared and thinking of the times we could have shared.

I know that life is not infinite - that each of us has our time when we must pass on. Today, I feel your time came too soon for me. Today, my heart aches and tears flow without restraint. I miss you Daddy... I miss you so much and I wish you were still here to share in the love and joy of my son and my life.

May your soul continue to rest in peace. I love you always...