I love my Dad and I can’t believe I haven’t heard his voice for this long. I can’t believe I haven’t been able to give him a hug or hear him tell me how proud he is.
My Dad was my role model, my hero and my mentor. It is very hard living without him.
I wish he was here to see me get a good job, a car, a house, a husband and wonderful children. I wish he waited just a bit longer. I was going to make sure he had everything he wanted.
I feel depressed sometimes because the more days pass by, the longer it is that he has been gone.
Everyone told me time heals all wounds, but why am I still bleeding two years later?
Why do I still feel this deep void ? Why do I feel nauseous ?
Some days are better than others but I know healing comes in waves.
I have come a long way from January 3rd 2016 and I know I will only get stronger and more determined in the years to come.
It is very evident that my Dad is guiding me and protecting me.
Matito, I hope you are resting peacefully. No matter how old I get, I will always be your Temboom.
You taught me to be courageous and I will be just that.
I know everything happens for a reason so I won’t stop believing.
I love you past death Daddy. Take Care.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4