How does one begin an homage to the person that not only created her but made her world absolutely colorful. I can only start by saying i love him more than my life. I didn't say it enough, i held sentiments like that close because i was just that person in ways a little. I still am. I wish i threw those words out like confetti always and all days. I regret never saying it enough or telling him how proud i was of him each and every day. I miss playing dolls with him and the visitors from another planet who took form in hand puppets to keep a little girl smiling. I miss his my strength even though he thought he always faltered. He was my hero. His eyes shined yet held a particular form of sad in ways just like mine. I was made to be his daughter, a little template of him. We got each other...we knew what each other was thinking even in the punchline of a joke. He could make me smile even through the hardest of moments....the only moment he couldn't was when he could no longer hold my hand as i kneeled before him in his permanent slumber. I miss him everyday....8 years has been the blink of an eye yet I've changed so much. I pray he looks down on me and knows how hard i try to honor him everyday with every breath in me. And when my time here is done i want to see that light in his eyes again. I want to see it dance across them just like they do in mine when i think of him. I want to hold his hand again weathered by hard work and time. I want to tell him i love him and how sorry i was that i held those words steadfast to my heart. Lastly i want to tell him how proud of him i was and how lucky i was for him to be my dad.
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