Dear Dad, I wish I could turn back the hands of time, to see you again. I really miss you, you were stolen away from everyone that ever loved you. Nobody expected this to happen, especially to you. This is so hard, I can't believe you're gone. You died when I was travelling back home. I saw you. I think about that alot. You didn't want me or the girls to see how sick you really were. Even in sickness you were still trying to protect us. I really believe you waited for us to go and then you could pass on, walk through the garden with God. There are no words to express what you mean to me Dad. The life and bond we had on earth is gone forever, but I know you are still around me, at least that's what I want to believe. This is so hard! I need to know if you hear my prayers or not? Dad I love you so much. I know someday I will see your face again, and you will walk with me through the garden. It's so hard to be strong, please guide me Dad. I love you. My Dad was born September 13th 1944. He died March 03rd 2002. He was only 57 years old. He had a brain tumor. It stole my Dad's mind, ability to walk... It stole everything from him and the people who loved him dearly. I am glad that you are not suffering anymore. I'm always thinking about you. XXOO

This is for you Dad, and all the memories that death could not steal away from me. I love you. Tammy

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