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Daddy loves you very much and misses you every day. I wish you were still with us but I know that cannot be. Whenever I see a little girl that I think looks to about as old as you should be I start to wonder what you would look like right now. Then I stop and realize that if you were with us right now you would be the most beautiful little girl in the world! Just like you were on the day you were born. You have all of my love for now and forever, my sweet princess. Love, Daddy  Remember, dearest little daughter, that you are your papa's only little girl and that his first thought is always and ought to be about you. I never go to sleep without asking all good angels, and especially one, to be near you. You grow dearer and dearer to me the farther I go away from you. ~~~~~JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL~~~~~  My Dad is a Survivor My dad is a survivor too... which is no surprise to me. He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea. But, I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down. I wipe the tears he hides from others. He cries when no one's around. I watch him sit up late at night, with my picture in his hand. He cries as he tries to grieve alone, and wishes he could understand. My dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all~! But there's times when he needs to cry... Please be there when he falls. Hold his hand or pat his shoulder... and tell him it's okay. Be his strength when he's sad, Help him mourn in his own way. Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heaven's up above... I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love~! Written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux October 16, 1998 Dedicated to any man who has lost his child~! All rights reserved! It is illegal to take or use a copyright poem or work without original authors permission. Men Do Cry I heard quite often "men don't cry" Though no one ever told me why So when I fell and skinned a knee No one came to comfort me. And when some bully boy at school Would pull a prank so mean and cruel I'd quickly learn to turn and quip, "It doesn't hurt", and bite my lip. So as I grew to reasoned years I learned to stifle any tears. Though "be a big boy" it began, Quite soon I learned to "be a man". And I could play that stoic role While storm and tempest wracked my soul No pain or setback could there be Could wrest one single tear from me. Then one long night I stood nearby And helplessly watched my son die, And quickly found to my surprise That all that tearless talk was lies. And still I cry and have no shame I cannot play that "big boy" game, And openly without remorse I let my sorrow take it's course. So those of you who can't abide A man you've seen whose often cried, Reach out to him with all your heart As one whose life's been torn apart. For men do cry when they can see Their loss of immorality. And tears will come in endless streams When mindless fate destroys their dreams. --Ken Faulk Dear Daddy A gift for you on Father's Day, What on earth could it be? I know the gift you really want, Is to once again, have me. Or perhaps the gift of understanding, To understand a senseless loss. I'm sorry, my dearest daddy, But for those gifts, you must talk to the boss. The gifts that I can give today, Are memories, both sad and sweet. From the touch of your hand on mommy's tummy, To my tiny little feet. Remember the joy you felt inside, When you found out that you'd be my daddy? The great big smile upon your face, You were over the moon, you were so happy. Remember when you felt me move, The wonder and love you'd feel? Remember it today daddy, It might just help you heal. Remember the little cuddles we had, And the moments that we shared? Remember my little hands and the color of my hair? I love you dearest daddy, you know that this is true. Just keep your memories of me alive, And I will always live in you. ~~Author Unknown    
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