It’s been seven years since you’ve passed and it still doesn’t feel real.
This past year has been one of the hardest years without you. I had my first love and first heartbreak.
The only person I wanted after that heartbreak was you, but you weren’t here. I needed you to be here, I needed your advice, I had no clue what to do.
I have no father figure to lead me and I am just starting to become a woman, I need your advice.
In just under two months, I am going to be 18 and you won’t be there.
You won’t be there for anything. We won’t have a father-daughter dance, you won’t walk me down the aisle, you won’t watch me graduate, and you won’t watch me grow up. I will never know if you are proud of who I am becoming.
I know I shouldn’t be mad at you, but it gets hard sometimes.
I know it wasn’t your fault.
It was fated.
I need to let fate take over now. You must have left me for a reason.
I am stronger than I could have ever imagined me to be by this age. I know how to fend for myself. I know I can make it through anything now. I know you would be proud of who I am becoming and that is all that matters.
I miss you, but I know I can make it through.