Dear Dad,

It has been five years now and I still look for you when I come home to visit. We all miss you; I can hear it in Mom’s voice when I talk to her on the phone.

Sometimes I think she has been crying and just won’t admit it. I am living my life for you, to make you proud. Every choice I make is first considered “What would Dad have to say about this?” When you were here, I could ask you and we would talk for hours about everything. Now I try to replace you with friends and loved ones, but it’s not the same. 

I wish there was some way you could let me know how I am doing. Someday I will get the answers to my questions; until then, know that you are always in my thoughts. I take you with me everywhere I go and put a piece of you in everything I do.

I will always love you and be your daughter; cancer can’t take that away.

Love,

Megan, age 26