Dear Dad,
We had your memorial service yesterday. It was a surreal experience. I found myself walking around thinking, "This can't be real." You are not here though, so I know that it must be. I am still getting use to your being gone. I told Dave just before mom arrived that, "My parents will be here shortly." I still refer to my parents as plural. Its just so odd, Dad. I talk to you all of the time. I'm not sure if you can hear me or not. I like to think that you can though. I know you so well that I don't need you to physically speak to me in order to know how your end of the conversation would go.
It was a nice service, Dad. You would have been happy with it. Dave spoke the message, George gave the Eulogy and Dan gave the closing prayer. Everyone said things that you would have wanted said. Jaimie, Stephanie, and I all spoke about how great a father you were. I got through some of it without crying, but I was not able to make it though the whole thing. I know its okay to cry though. I told everyone about how you told me to grow old. I know at that time that confused me, but I want you to know that I understand what you meant by that now. I know you want me to keep living and fulfill my dreams and work towards my goals. I am going to do that. I start back to school to finish my Bachelor's Degree in Information Technology with a focus in Programming in a week. I have always wanted to program, and that is what I am going to do. Mom is going back to school as well. You would be so proud of her, Dad. I sure am!
There were a lot of people at your service on Saturday. People who I had never even met were coming up to me the either time telling me how much you had meant to them and touched their lives in some way. I was so proud to be your daughter.
Well, its getting pretty late. I am going to get going. I'll stay in touch with you. Don't ever wonder if I love you, because I do. I miss you Daddy.
Love,
Your Wunkus
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