Dad, I can't express how much I miss you or how lost I feel without you in my life. Over the last twelve days, any time I heard a funny joke, my first thought was to pick up the phone and share it with you. A few days ago, I almost called you to ask a DIY home improvement question. Even the other night, you were teaching me how to drive a stick in my dream (I did much better that I ever have in real life). You did so much for me – so much of who I am is because of you.
When I was little, I considered myself “Daddy's Little Girl.” After a few rough years, I'm so glad we became friends and I could reclaim that moniker. You made me laugh. You made me cry. You made me furious. You made me feel protected. You shared stories of your childhood with me, and I grew to understand you better.
You were quick to anger, but felt your emotions deeply. You were honest, generous, hard-working, and brilliant. You could fix anything, whether it was one of my dolls, one of your cars, or my broken spirit.
You were always a rebel. My first motorcycle ride was with you – I was so little that I had to sit in front of you and hang on to the gas cap because my arms wouldn't reach around you. I remember when you climbed the fence on the other side of the bench and sneaked into the mine so you could take pictures. You broke the rules and shared your food with Suede AND let him lay on the couch with you. You had your own way of doing things and stayed true to yourself to the very end, and I respect that. However, this doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye.
You'll always be a part of me and I cherish the memories I have of hanging out with you. I will miss you forever and look forward to seeing you smile and hearing your voice again… That sounds like a wiener.
I love you, Dad, and I'm lost without you! You meant so much to me.