You know I love you, and you know I miss you. I’ve missed you very much over these almost 20 years. Well, 20 years as of next month. It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long since you’ve been gone.
I want to be with you again someday, Dad, and I know I will be. Someday. But not now. I’m not ready. I’m not done here yet.
I’m sure you can understand:
So I’m staying put for the time being. I need to see your grandson grow up, get married, have children. I want to grow old. I want to keep being snarky. Snarkier. And then I’ll catch up with you. But not now. Not anytime soon. As much as I do miss you, I can wait, and I know you can too.
I’ve let The Big Guy know all of this, but if you would put in some words for me as well, I’m sure that would help. Geography being what it is and all, with you being so close. Thanks, Dad. I knew I could count on you.
Also, let The Big Guy know that the rest of the family is hurting right now, would you? They could use some peace about now too.
Thanks, Dad. I love you and I’ll see you in maybe about four decades.
Your loving daughter,
Number 4


