Dear Dad,
I'm seeing eagles; more often now than before you passed away. I don't know if you're sending them to me or what, but every time I see them I see a surge of peace come through me as if you were standing there beside me.
Things have changed around here. Mom got hit with a real shock when you died. You know how Mom and I didn't get along too well before you passed away. We mended fences. I heard the "Tanomu Yo". Dad, I'm taking care of Mom. Whatever help she needs, she gets. And Mom has become the Mom that I had when I was young. She's there for me when I need her too.
Heather is due in another month for the fourth and last child that we'll ever have. I'll be 60 by the time that this youngest one (to be born in August) is 20. I think that's enough. We hope it's a daughter. You know, Dad, you were so pleased to have three male grandchildren to carry on the family name. But y'know, Dad, there's a soft spot in my heart that wants to care for a little girl, that one of these days, I'll be able to walk down the aisle and hand her off to the man who will become her husband...and scare the living daylights out of him...saying "You make her cry; I'll make YOU cry!"
There's nothing that I can really say that verbalizes the depth of the loss that I'll always feel. You were always there for me, Dad and even though sometimes it didn't seem like I appreciated it. Deep down, Dad, I always did. I miss you still...and always will for the rest of my life.
Always,
Your son...
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