Dear Dad, I miss you so much. I’m still sad that you left but it wasn’t up to me. I guess God had other plans for you. He knew you were tired of the pain and agony of being in the hospital. He knew you hated being poked and prodded, and the doctors constantly running tests on you. I felt your pain. You wanted to be at home, but God wanted you in His heavenly resting place, so you would have real eternal peace in His home.
I want to hear your voice and hear one of your crazy stories about the guys you worked with. You always knew how to make make me laugh. I miss your encouraging words when I was having a bad day or going through rough times.
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. With God, I know I’m going to be okay.
You’re better now. Not a worry or care in His arms. That brings me some solace. The memories of you, and the good times we shared comforts me always.
My dad. My angel. I love you.