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To My Dad-may you rest in peace Aug. 31, 1955 - Aug. 24, 2001 |
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I hate how this is the hardest thing that I have ever had to do. I hate how I was never ready to say good-bye to you. I hate how there is so much that you will miss-I hate that you are not here. I'd give anything to have you back because I do love you, Father Dear. |
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"I Can't Just" I can't just call you anymore. I can't just drop by to see how you are. I can't just think of you and not cry. I can't just be here when you are not.
I can't just not be angry because of all things you will miss. I can't just forget you. I can't just throw my arms around you. I can't just kiss your cheek. I can't jusst deal and go on. I can't just forget wonderful you.
You are loved. You are remembered.
I can't just be at peace. I can't just accept that you are. I can't just accept that I will never see you.
I can't just... I just can't...
-Beth '01 |
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I love you with all my heart, Dad. I always will. I miss you. Love, "Boo" |
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click on the angel to go back |
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