Daddy,

If I knew that night when you left for Maine that you were going to die, I would have told you I loved you and would have given you a bigger hug and kiss. I was too busy on the phone with my boyfriend and watching t.v to even care that you were leaving. I still remember your last words as you walked out the door. “Here’s your lunch money for tomorrow, honey.” I said “Thanks, see on Wednesday” and went back to what I was doing. If I even had the slightest clue that would be the last time I saw you, I would have told you I loved you and I always will. I miss you so much. 

Sometimes we didn’t see eye to eye on things but I knew no matter what I was Daddy’s little girl. I remember playing football in your room with you and Denny, and I wouldn’t catch the ball. It never was my fault, it was always just a bad throw. Then you would through the same pass to Denny and when he wouldn’t catch it, it was his fault. 

Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night hoping in the morning we can go fishing but I then remember we can’t. Because you aren’t coming home. I wish you were still here because then I would still have my family. You and Papa were the ones who kept us together, Daddy. It’s been almost 10 years since you went to heaven and I still think about you everyday. Sometimes it seems like yesterday and other times it seems like a life time. I love you Daddy. 

Jennifer, age 24