I Miss My Dad
Dearest Dad,
It's been a couple of months since last I wrote you, but I feel the need to write again. The last letter I wrote to you was selfish of me. YOU died. The world is missing a prince, a mediator, a man whose kindness filled the earth and boomed through what he did for a living. I think the world could really use someone like you right now, but no. Your life was cut short impossibly, unexpectedly, unfairly. It was only that one cut that caused you severe brain damage. Just a little thing, Mom says...But it was deep enough to be fatal. I was a counselor at Family Camp this past summer Dad, and everyone that knew you loved you. You are deeply missed. I don't know where you are now; I know you sometimes visit me in my dreams, like you did the other night. It felt so great to hug you again. But where your spirit and soul linger, I know not. I think philosophically about this stuff, and I have decided that perhaps there is a realm of death. It seems most practical in my mind. If there is, and if it is how I imagine it, then you know that Grandpa has died, and Max and Emah have died too. I think you know, as you touched on it in our meeting the other night(I happen to believe that these meetings that occur in my dreams with you really do happen as they are not based on anything that has happened during the days before the dream). I miss you all with all my heart. It pains me to look at pictures of you from 7+ years ago. Has it really been that long since the last time I saw you in person, touched you? I just can't believe you're gone. The happy days are long over, and so here is life, smacking me in the face, telling me to wake up and pull my head out of the clouds...so here I go Dad. I love you and miss you and I will never forget you, not for the life of me. See you in my dreams and hopefully at the finish line.
Love,
Gabi
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