Dear Papa.
Its been five years. Five long years.
Saying I miss you would be the biggest understatement. I beat myself up all the time for never saying thank-you enough. So here:
Thank you for all those times you would pick me up from elementary school, even if we’d get lost every now and then, ending up 20 minutes from home when my school was down the street. Thank you for always taking me to the swap meet every weekend and buying me popsicles and ghetto yo-yos. Thank you for dressing up as Santa Claus every Christmas and spoiling all your grandkids with crisp new bills, all 23 of us. Thank you for being the rock of the family. But most importantly, thanks for hanging on for as long as you did.. solely to make sure all of us would be alright
I miss you Papa, with every single fiber of my being. I miss the smell of cigarettes on your members only jackets. I miss your collection of a thousand clocks that would go off every single hour of the day with obnoxious alarms. I miss you taking out your teeth just to make me laugh. I miss your old beat up car that had automatic seatbelts. I miss your smile the most.
Sometimes when I feel like I just can’t take it anymore, I pray to you, cause I know your always listening. I know you’re always there, looking over all of us, making sure we’re okay.
I know I speak for everyone when I say, you were the most amazing man. The most amazing, loving, selfless, patient man.That is the only reason I can think of as to why God would ever take you from us. Cause you were just THAT amazing.
