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Daddy


 How much do I miss my Dad? I have a photo of him on the sideboard near my dining table. Why? Because he was a foodie, and when I sit to eat my meals, it feels like he's with me. Everyday, I run my index finger down his cheek and smile at him. When I'm excited about some news, I'll tell him. I even told him that his friend died, and to expect him in Heaven. I miss hearing his voice on the phone. My mind still reacts and will remind me to call Dad before he sleeps. I miss his fragrance and I miss kissing his cheek. When I was leaving the hospital one day, before his deterioration, I said "I'll be back tomorrow" and Dad said "I love you" and I said "I love you too!". I'll never forget that. 

A girl's true love. Her Dad.

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