Every year around this time it's difficult for me. Everyone celebrates their father and Daddy, I can't help it, but I'm jealous. You've been gone over ten years now. I come and visit you by the weeping
willow and I'm fine, but Daddy every time I touch your head stone the tears just start pouring.
I still feel your presence, but Daddy I wish you were here in body, not just in spirit. I miss you, I miss your advice, I miss your company, I miss your love, your guidance, your support, your laughter, your friendship!
My most treasured possession is the book I wrote for you when you passed away. I titled it "A Celebration of Life" in your honor, because Daddy, you were always so alive, so spirited. When your light went out, your lifeless body did not even resemble you. You were always so engaged by life, so passionate about everything you did.
In Montserrat last year I lit a candle for you and said a silent prayer. I light a candle for you every time I walk into a church. This Sunday I'll light another candle and I'll say my silent prayer. I thank you for loving me and my sister so much and letting us know how special we were to you. I feel your presence every day of my life and I see your spirit in my own children. I thank you Daddy for all the things small and large that you taught me and showed me, but most of all I thank you for your love! I miss you Daddy!
Mirela
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