I Miss My Dad
On Tuesday, it will be six years and six months since you died. I can't believe it has been that long since I have seen you in person, and touched you and held your hand. It was so sudden; I was so young. I was nearly ten then, and now I'm sixteen. So much has changed. I miss you. I feel like I've missed out; I only got to know you as my dad, and a playmate, but I never got to know you as a friend to talk to...well, not really. I have realized that you and I had so much in common; so much that I never realized we had in common when you were alive, though surely I would have found out if you were still here. It doesn't help the pain much to know that Mom has this jerk Joe living with us. We can't get away. He talks about you; yells about you is more like it. He says that you should be here so I can abuse you and not him. But Dad, I swear, I don't abuse him. I wish you were here; wish you would just walk through the door and make him leave and smooth out everything. You were a prince, Dad. I'm not sure if I'm making much sense in this note to you. I am sure of one thing right now though, and that is I miss you terribly. I just wish you were still here,and that your car did not go off the road on the night of September 4th, and that you and I really did see each other on the morning of September 5th, and would continue seeing each other each morning(or at least talking to each other on the phone each day since you traveled a lot...), until the end of time. But since I can't turn back time, and you're not likely to walk through that door, all I really, really wish to let you know is that I love you, and I always will love you...until the end of time.
Love,
Beeska(Gabrielle)
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