Today while packing up my room, I found some old photos.
Mostly they were of me and my sister, but then I found a couple of
us and my dad. It reminded me just how much I miss him and how
different our lives are. It's been a year and a half since he
died, and its still as hard as the day he died. He was too young to
die, he was taken from me and I will never get over that. He was my
best friend and the greatest man I have ever met. In my eyes he is
still the strongest man in the world and always will be. I miss you
soo much daddy and I can't wait to see you again. Love your
little girl.
