Dad, when you died, it doesn’t matter that fathers have been dying since human time began, what matters is that you were my father, my one and only father.
Even though I was with you when you died, I still think of all the things I meant to say, or to ask you. Things I may have asked you before, things I would have liked you to tell me many times more.
Although you are gone, my memories of you will be forever precious, and they will keep you alive in me.
My pain is made a little easier by knowing that your suffering is over at last. I love you and miss you Dad.
May you rest in peace.
Posted by Sabine Zeppenfeld 27/09/2018