Gone but not forgotten.
Today is the 8th anniversary of your death my son. In the past 8 years I have come to understand a great many things and to learn a lot about life, love, and death. What I have not learned is how to be a father, that lesson was stolen from me. When you were taken from me, it “broke” me in a way that I can never repair. The love I had for you is just as strong today as it has always been, yet I feel like I should be in a different place in my life.
These are the times I was supposed to be teaching you how to be a good man, a good husband, a good father, a good friend, and a productive member of the community. I should have been helping you get through a broken heart, I should have been the voice of reason when your mind has flights of fancy. I should have been giving you the stability, discipline, and friendship that only a father can offer, instead that was all taken from us.
Know my son that there is seldom a day that you don’t go through my mind. There is hardly a time when I do not think of you when something special happens or I see something beautiful. Your laugh, like a soothing waterfall to my ears, still echos in my mind and the perfect sound of you calling me Daddy still warms my soul.
I do not know what will happen in the future, but I do know I will start living my life to the fullest when I have fulfilled my vow of grieving. Today, as every other day, I miss you more then I can ever express, I love you, and I will see you again someday. Rest well my son.
