Monday, February 8, 2010


Daddy, i want you to read this one day.
I have missed you a lot lately and it has been a while since Ive seen you.
Sometimes it doesn’t seem like that long other times it feels like you were just a figment of my imagination. Someone I made up so I would have someone to talk to, someone who annoyed me, but I loved.
I always wonder what you would say about certain things and I often want your opinion. I never realized how much I would miss talking to you because I can’t talk to
mom like I could you. It is so lonely sometimes. I understand what you ment now about being stuck alone in this house.Reality set in when I called your name and there was no response. when i realized that not everyhting around the house can be fixed. I hold on to your memory and embrace it because no one will ever take that away. I want you to know no one will replace you.
This is the first time I could write you a letter without crying. But if you knew me now you would not know the daughter you used to know. I am not the weak person you used to know. I am so strong now dad, I can do things on my own. I started a job on my own. I didn’t have any help at all. Watching you hooked up to breathing machines, and in the hospital for weeks was not fun. You woke up one day and tried to smile at me. You don’t know how hard it was to watch you motionless in a coma. I don’t know what it was like for you either though. I am sure you argued with god because you liked to argue, but you knew you were sick. The nurse said you came back that one day to say goodbye and I believe it was true.
I take care of the house now like you used to. Istill cant make the potatoes and cheese and meat like you can but I guess I will figure it out with time. I have come to find out you were right like about everything. I always said it would never happen, but it did. You told me I wouldn’t be friends with all my childhood friends and I’m not.

I always told you I never wanted to be like you. I never knew how mean it was. I hatedworking outside and doing work, but now i love it. I guess I can write somewhat decent. I have anxiety like you had I just hope that I don’t get sick like you did. I saw you suffer and I don’t want to suffer like that.

I am sorry I never did the daugther and father activity with you I regret it. I still held hope when you were in a coma. I know you could hear us. i remember i last said, i love you and you tried to say it back.
I never knew I had the strength to sit there and watch you die. The hardest thing in my life was this. The second hardest thing was squeezing your hand as I kissed you on the forehead telling you it was ok to go, that I loved you. I didn’t want that to be my last goodbye. I choose to watch you die because I would not want to be alone when I was dying. I wanted you to know I was there. You knew we were there because as you were dying a tear ran down your cheek.
Your heart kept beating after they unhooked the machines because you were fighting, until we told you it was ok to go. I think mom misses you, but she won’t say so. I blamed god forever because I prayed for you everyday, but that could not bring you back. Dying was the best thing because you don’t have to suffer anymore.
Through the bad times and the good times you were a great dad. This journey that I have been through has been hard with out you. I wanted you to be there when I got my license. I wanted you to be there when I got a job, when I get accepted into leaders club, when I started and graduated college, when i will get married, but I must do it on my own. Day to day is hard but all I can do is try. I will be something someday dadand I will make you proud. I still have my memories of you and me. The good and the bad. I can finally tell myself your not coming back. Maybe I will see you again one day, not suffering and not sick. I love you dad.


  1. This is the cutest thing ever and im sorry im just now commenting on it! but i love you and your so cute, baby girl!

  2. always in my heart girl :)
    ~Kevin Walburn