My Daddy Let Go
Nine years ago today I held my father’s hand while he died. I watched one of the strongest men I ever knew wither away to almost nothing. One of the last things he told me was "you’re a good daughter, Kat. Anyone would be proud to have you as their daughter." I’ll never forget him saying that to me. He always told me "I bye little Kat". Oh, how I miss hearing that.
I miss you, Poppa. I hope you’re enjoying heaven and I can’t wait till I get to see you there one day.
Always tell the one(s) you love ~~I love you~~.
