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January 25, 2014
Daddy,

It's me, Laura.

January 24, a beautiful day is now tear filled and bittersweet.

Your Birthday was celebrated by me all day. On my way to work, at work, on my way home, and at home.

Where are you?

I looked and looked, but knew I couldn't share the day with you . . . left to celebrate only in my heart.

The happy sparkle in your eyes were that much more special when we celebrated your Birthday, and it always brought a smile to my face.

I wish I had a little bit of the joy and spirit which flowed out of you so effortlessly. But, I know that's what makes you such a special person, and how lucky I am, indeed, to have such a wonderful Dad.

I can only recount the joyous gleam in my mind's eye through memories and conversations with Barbara.

Miss celebrating your beautiful day.

Will miss you tomorrow.

Miss you every day.

Love you always . . . Happy Birthday.
July 22, 2013
Daddy,

It's me, Laura.

I just got back from lunch with my Chicken Soup, and I saw a man on the elevated walkway who looks JUST LIKE YOU.
He dressed like you, had a head of hair like you, and I just stopped in my tracks.

Although, I knew he wasn't you.

Signs are everywhere, so they say.

I just hope he was a sign from you to me.

I love you and miss you.
July 20, 2013
June 13, 2013
Dad-

seven hearts

love,
UB
April 12, 2013
hello, I am a feamster too. from Kentucky. I wonder if we were somehow related...I saw your dads curly hair.
December 28, 2012
Hi Daddy,

It's me, Laura.

I see you in my heart and mind's eye every day.
I look at your picture every day.
I hear you every day.
I speak of you every day.
I think of you every day.
I cry every day.

I miss you – every minute of every day.

I will always love you . . . proudly, loudly and every day.


Christmas . . . well, it's simply not the same.
June 17, 2012
Hi Daddy,

It's me, Laura.

It's Father's Day, and it stinks.

I was thinking about the origins of Father's Day, and what it means.

I guess it means many things to many people, but for me it's obvious.

Father's Day was invented with Dads like you in mind.

The best traits, guidance and compassion wrapped into a wonderful package known as a Dad – and that's what you mean to me.

I miss you and always looked forward to celebrating this day with you. But because you're not with me, I am left to celebrate you in my own way. You see, it's still Father's Day for me.

Love you always,

Laura
June 13, 2012
Hi Daddy,

It's me, Laura.

Time just seems to slip away, but my vivid thoughts include you so many times throughout every day.

Much has happened the last four weeks. Many events felt empty because you were not with us.

I had a mini breakdown over the weekend and sobbed so loudly and out of control that I went into the shower to regain my composure. When I finally got out of the shower I was just about spent.

Searching for a sign, a light touch, anything to let me know you're looking after me: And I believe Thursday you tapped me on the shoulder.

Although today was "happy" for me, it was completely sad and bittersweet. Emphasis on bitter. I truly thought – just for a moment – your voice and words of encouragement were on the other end of the phone when it rang.

You are the best Dad . . . still and always. I hear you often in my head and in my heart. And although I have changed as a person, you have made me better just for being my Dad.

Love,
Laura

ps. I understand Henry Hill will probably stop by to pay his respects to you!
March 02, 2012
Hi Daddy,

It's me, Laura.

Westminster Lane is again weeping.

It looks as though you and Jimmy will just have to take the place by storm.

That's just the way it is . . . your job now: Bringing a little levity to the stuffy, serious ones.

I am certain of that, just as I am certain the heavens are now blessed with nightly sell outs of great stories and good humor.

I miss you terribly, I love you, I always will.

I guess I just have to share you more.

Make 'em laugh – you know; loud, side-splitting, good, hearty laughter.

We really need to hear it down here.
December 20, 2011
Hi Daddy,

It's me, Laura.

My birthday passed and I kept it uneventful because it's just not celebrated for me anymore. I get through the day only with the memory so close to my heart of you calling me, no matter what, on that day. When that phone rings, I think for just a moment it's you on the other end.

Just not the same, on any level, it never will be, and I'm so sad that crying is the only avenue I have.

I deal with my days and life in an almost automatic pilot manner. I think I do fine, but I can tell you that there is such a gaping empty hole in my spirit.

I know life is not fair, it's not easy, and it certainly doesn't pan out the way you envision, but it's beyond difficult to make sense of struggles so overwhelming.

Christmas is fast approaching. Barbara handled the company Christmas Party. She did a real nice job, you would have been content and proud.

Please, somehow, let me know you're looking after us. We really need to know that. We're not doing well.

I love you, I always will.

Love,
Laura

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