Dear dad.
You've been gone two years today and yet still you cross my life. Who would have thought that I would still be grieving? There I said it, I admit that I am still grieving. I'm surrounded by new steps and chances in my life and still looking at the past and to where you existed. I shall not perfect you or the time we spent together but once my body has decided to finally accept that you will not ever return no matter how much it decides to make a fuss I will move on and then I hope to look back with strength. You made an impact on my life, I won't deny it and I know you were secretly proud of me even if you never really said anything.
I spent so many days of my childhood waiting for your arrival, sometimes blaming mom for you leaving but as I grew older I accepted it was mostly your fault, yet you were also ill so I guess you weren't totally to blame. Stubbornness, I got that from you, and that was your downfall and yet your revival when Callum and I moved to the UK to live with you. Everyone said they saw a change, I just saw my dad and I was happy to be with you at last. I had four great years with you, for that I am grateful and I shall remember well.
The day I lost you was awful, the shock still burnt into my memory as I try to move on. They say the pain eventually eases and I hold on to that. You frustrated me so much, your over protectiveness driving me insane at times, but I knew you did it out of love. I miss you dad, that I will not deny.
Your daughter forever,
Heather