Dear Daddy,

Did you know I loved you?

Did you know you were my favorite?

Did you know I'd miss you?

You didn't have to do it, daddy. You could've waited one more day, one more

hour.

Is that why you told me what you wanted at your funeral?

Is that why you hugged me that last morning?

Is that why you told me you loved me?

Knowing you, you wanted it fast, quick, easy.

Painless.

You could have called.

You could've done something different, ended up in the hospital.

We could've said goodbye.

I was hurt.

I was broken. 

I was shattered.

I cut myself, hurt myself, anything to feel a different kind of pain.

Anything to feel something.

Anything to get rid of the empty void you left in my heart.

You missed every high school play.

You missed every high school choir concert.

You missed watching me grow up.

But, thank you.

I'm healing myself, putting the pieces back together.

I'm better now, stronger now.

I love myself now.

Me and mom are closer now.

I still miss you, daddy.

You are still my favorite.

I still love you.

Love, your daughter.