August 1, 2015
Dear Isabella,
Another year has passed but that does not make your birthday
any easier. I wish it did. I wish I
could say I were stronger and no tears were shed at the silence as I awake each
year on your birthday. I’m not that guy.
I’m not that strong. Happy 12th sweet stuff. I don’t know what Heaven is like but I hope……
despite the wings..... you get to experience the joys of childhood as if you were here. For selfish reasons, I hope that your childhood starts
over again when my time here is done. I want a do over. I want to hear your first words, help hide
your first tooth and see the wonder in your eyes as you experience new things. Until then, thank you for being my inspiration. Thank you for
the motivation to be the best person I can be in the hopes you are watching and
in the hopes of leading a life worthy of spending an eternity with you. I know
I am far from perfect. I know I have a lot of improvements to make. I know, however, I have accomplished great
things and met great people and gone beyond myself because of you. I miss you
baby and look forward to our first dance. Happy Birthday!
Love Dad
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