Dear Daddy,
I love you so much. Looking at you now, I wish I had expressed that to you more. How happy I am to be your daughter and how happy I am to call you my father. I love you, and I hope you know that. I hope you know I have never in my life overlooked how much you did for us. The relationship you have with God encourages me every single day of my life. You were right; I love to write just like you, and that is a gift I'm thankful you have and that God also gave me. I write about you often. How I want to be closer to you and how I want you to know that I love you. How I wonder if you believe that. So here I am saying it to you, Dad. I love you. I want you to know that nothing can separate me from the love I have for you and that I know you have for me. I'm sorry for the times I argued with you rather than listened. I'll admit, you were right a majority of the time. I'm sorry for the times you asked me to call more, and I didn't; I should have. And I'm sorry for not showing you enough how appreciative I am of the sacrifices you've made and continue to make for this family. I am my daddy's daughter, and I say that because of my feisty, at times argumentative personality and ability to stand up for justice; I believe I learned from you and Mom. You are two of the most influential people I know, and you would go to battle for anyone.
I want to say thank you. I'm not losing hope, but I need you to fight. I need you to fight. I need you to be here to walk me down the aisle, to dance with me on my wedding day. To see your other grandchildren. I need another opportunity to call you more, every week, to say hi and tell you just how much I love you. Because I do. Daddy, I love you with an immeasurable amount of love. I love you so so much. I'm sorry for the times I didn't listen, and I hurt you. Or made you feel like you weren't a good father. You always did things with my best interest in mind, and I wouldn't be the woman I am today if not for you doing that. And for all of us. I love you, daddy. I love you so much. Let's fight! I'm telling heaven they can't have you. It's not your time at all yet. I know if I were in your position, you'd be fighting for me in prayer and believing. I'm going to do exactly what I knew you'd do for me. Fight!
I love you.
(Written in 2015 following dad's stroke)