Dearest Father,

Tomorrow will mark 2 months since I watched you take your last breath in the arms of my brother. To be honest with you daddy, it was probably one of the most painful moments I've had to endure. I remember that because I pulled away for a bit and Seng had to encourage me to keep holding on to you so we would know when your spirit left your body. I cried out loud that day and continue to cry in my heart every day. Every time I walk up to the 5th floor of the hospital, all the memories come back to me--when lifted your covers and told me I could put me feet there so that I wouldn't get too cold, when we shared our last cup of coffee, when I held your hands as we went down for the last procedure you would have. Oh, dad, we have so many memories before that time that were so happy, but I always come back to those last few months. The other day as I was talking to Mom she told me that I should ask you to help me so that I could get a job that I am interviewing for. We both started crying because we knew that if you were still here, you would have called me and said "Good luck daughter. I love you." She reminded me how proud you were of my accomplishments and that she was just watching the part of the video where you cried talking about how happy you were that your children had grown up to be successful--something you never got the chance to do. Now that we've released your spirit, may you too get a chance to experience the love and support you gave us all these years. I hope you enjoyed the steak and beef jerky I brought you the other day.

The daughter who got lost for 15 minutes in the cemetery but now knows where her father's new home is,
Me