Hey.
Remember when we used to take out the old blue truck just because we could?
Remember when I'd wait patiently for you to come home from work with a tea party set up?
Remember when I would sleep in your bed just to be near you?
Remember when we would get on your motorcycle and take off with no destination?
Remember when we would wake up early to play in the snow and have hot chocolate afterward?
Remember when we both would get up early just to burn yard scraps?
Or our many trips to California?
All of our father-daughter moments?
I think about them a lot.
There's so much we didn't get to do together.
No father-daughter dance.
You didn't get to buy me my first car.
We didn't go on many of the trips you had planned.
You wanted to dance with me at my sweet sixteen.
You can't glare at my future prom date and give him the third degree.
You can't give me away at my wedding.
You'll never be a grandpa.
And you'll never know how much I miss you, Daddy.
It hurts my heart that you're gone, but it would hurt more if you were still suffering..