Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Daddy's little girl

Dear Daddy
Today I have a very special person with me writing for you. Your grandson. I am very proud to say that he looks like you. he has your smile, the twinkle in his eyes that you always had. He has been asking about you for a while, and I gave him a huge hug and told him that ' sweetheart sometimes life brings us choices, difficult ones, but we should always have to look at the bigger picture and make the decision, not whats best for you but what is right and what is best for everyone, and that's what your grandpa did, he did whats best for everyone, he did the right thing'. Now I am giving him a chance to write. 



Dear Grandpa
I have never met you, but I have seen your pictures. Mommy loves talking about you and so does grandma, though they get a little sad. She says you are her hero, and I want be just like you brave and fight for our country.
Love
Sam


I still have all the letters I wrote to you, describing every milestone in my life. You were not there physically, but I always felt your presence. I tried and still am trying to take care of mom like you told me to. I am to say that she is old but healthy. Sam loves her to bits, sometimes I feel as if he is more close to her than he is to me. Which is understandable since I have my job and he spends more time with mom. I wrote to you all about my life, the first bicycle ride, learning to skate, my first boyfriend and about the man whom I married. Even though i wished it was you who walked me down the aisle grandpa did a great job. He told me that if you were there you would be proud of me today. We talked a lot about you that day. Everyone was there, your friends, they all miss you terribly. We are all proud of you, what you did was so that we could have a peaceful life. I understand that sometimes you have to make sacrifices so that other people can live a peaceful life. Even though you are not with us, I would always be daddy's little girl who misses him every single day of her life.
Love
Joanne

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