Dear Daddy,

I miss you everyday.

Since you went away.

I wrestle with the thought that I should have done more.

That I should have stayed with you, but I ran and hid in my room.

I wish I had more time to say what I never got to say.

I've gone through every stage.

Denial that you were really sick- remember when we went to the movies?

Anger that you were dying- Sitting in the hospice room where you passed.

Bargaining- begging God to let you walk me down the aisle.

Depression- that one lasted the longest. I was under the dark cloud for a whole year.

Acceptance- I'm finally here.

I'm finally OK, 

Caitlyn