Good God, Dad. I miss you so much, it’s impossible to even articulate. It hurts. Where are you? Where is the voice of reason in my life that you used to provide? Where is the only man who has ever treated me like a princess? I can’t help Mum by myself. She misses you. I feel adrift and helpless. Death is a cruel separator. I feel four years old. I want my Daddy.

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  1. I lost my dad at eight so this made me cry, but also, made me smile because I will never forget my father and I still think about him every day. I hope you can focus on the wonderful memories and feel comfort knowing that he loves you and is still with you always.


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