My Dad December 22, 1945 - October 8, 2008

Dad,

I miss you so much. I feel completely lost without you.

I realized last night that I no longer have an authority figure in my life to look up to. Other than God Himself, you were it.

Although it's been two weeks since you passed, it's so hard to believe you are gone. I don't think that the reality has set in yet. I know I've gone a week or two without seeing you recently, but even right now I don't think I realize that I am never going to see you again.

Andy lost his Papa, his Buddy. You guys were so close. Andy loved you, he adored you, he looked up to you. Who's going to take him for haircuts at Buck's Barber Shop now? And you're not here anymore to pick him up from school on Mondays and Tuesdays. I've had to enroll him in the after-school kids club program. So I pick him up after I get off work. I make it to his school by 5:45. The past two days I took him to McDonald's for his Happy Meal after school. You're not here anymore to do that, either.

Dad, I can't even process any of this. I wasn't ready for you to die. I would never be ready for you to die. You weren't supposed to die for many, many years. I was hoping that you would be around for at least another 20 years. I wanted you to be there for Andy's high school graduation, maybe even for when he gets married to the love of his life.

I love you Dad. I miss you so much.