Dear Papa,
It’s been 2 weeks since you are gone. According to Google that’s 336 hours but to me it feels like an eternity. I still wake up in the morning thinking this is a nightmare and you’re not really gone. At night I look at the sky and make a wish on the brightest star I see and I believe it is you.
My heart was so heavy and the pain was unbearable. You played a major role in my life and now you were gone. I’m sorry I never told you “I love you” enough. I wish I had appreciated moments like these more when you were here, but I know that’s not how life works. I’m sad that you’re not here; I miss you.
Don’t worry though Papa, I’m going to be okay. We’re going to be okay. You raised us like you needed to. You set the foundation for the people we are to become. Everything we do is going to be for you and we want to make you proud till our very last breath; just like you did. You taught me to be strong and to keep my head up, no matter what, because I may have it bad right now, but so does everyone else. Everyone is going through something, and it is no excuse to not keep living.
So I’m keeping my head up and my smile on, for you. You gave me so much Pa, and I wish I had been granted the opportunity to give it all back to you. I wish I could show you that you did the best job as a parent. You did everything. You worked hard for our family and always loved me.
I miss you. More than words can ever express, but somehow I think you know that. Even though I can no longer hear your voice, I still see your face and I can feel your love. You’re still with me, in my laughter, my smile, my tears and in my writing.
Papa, thank you for being my heart, my world and my precious guardian angel.
I love you.
Love always,
Julia
“Love never dies, it simply evolves. “


