May 9, 2009

• Happy Birthday Daddy.

  I miss you.

  Jorry and the girls miss you.

  Emily asked yesterday how long you had been gone.

  Too long I wanted to say.

  It will be 2years before I know it.

  2 birthdays now that I can't call.

  I miss your smile.

  I miss Easter the way it used to be.

  It's hard to come home, you aren't there and it will never feel the same, never feel whole.

  I miss your touch.

  Do you remember the game you would play with me when I was little? The one where I would tell you that my hand was bigger than yours and then you would place your hand on mine and say "No, mine is bigger than yours." and I would slide my hand higher and say mine was bigger until I couldn't reach any further.

  Your hand was always bigger. That's the way it was supposed to be. Always there to protect me.

  What I miss the most is your voice. I can't hear it. And it breaks my heart. I can't hear it like I would if you were in the room. I try but it doesn't come. I just want to hear you say you love me. I know you do but oh to hear your voice.

  If Heaven is any kind of good and I suspect that it is then there should be Whoppers there. Have some today. Fresh ones

  Always your daughter, always!

  JoAnn

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