Dad,
The last three months haven't been easy. Welcoming my daughter into this world without you here was heartbreaking. But, this weekend, visiting home for the first time without you there, it finally felt real that you'll never get to meet her. That she'll never get to meet you. She'll never have you squeeze her "porkies." Never watch you dance to your favorite songs in the car or sing along to the classic motown hits. She'll never get to root on the Yankees with her Grandpa. Or challenge you to a bet over a Cowboys and Giants game. You'll never get the chance to make her chuckle. To buy her roses at her first recital. Or to be there for her when she thinks her mom has gone crazy.
But it also makes me sad to know you aren't here to see mom be the most amazing grandmother. And Tianna be the most loving aunt. To watch how Tiffany raises Kieran to be a playful and caring cousin. Or to see me be a mom to a beautiful and incredible little girl.
I have to remind myself that it's possible your watching over us. Tianna even tells me your around me all the time. Around all of us. I hope that's true. Because we could all use an angel. Especially an angel like you.
Words aren't enough to express how much I miss you, Dad. But somehow, sometimes, they help me. And I hope that one day she can read my words and hear my stories and she'll know just how special you were. How special you are.
I love you always and forever, Dad.
Love, your little girl.
