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Miss you daddy....

Dearest daddy,
Wishing you many happy returns of the day...
Again another birthday when you are physically not present with us.
Every year, I tell myself that you are happy wherever you are. 
I also tell myself that you are watching us and blessing us and happy for us. 
All of this seems good to listen to and that is all.
Maybe I am trying to fool myself by saying all of this.
All this logic is not accepted by my heart...
It is shunned away...
The truth is- there is an abyss.... the special place in my heart is empty...
Daddy, you are missed when we are happy...
Daddy, you are missed when we are sad...
Daddy, you are missed when I achieve something...
Daddy, you are missed when I make your name proud...
Daddy, you are missed when I see a dad interacting with her daughter...
Daddy, you are missed every single day...
Daddy, you are missed every single moment when I feel grateful...
Daddy, you are missed every single moment when I feel blessed...
Daddy, you are missed by every cell in my body...
Daddy, there is and there will never be anyone like you in this world...
And I allow you to continue your journey wherever you are...
I don’t know what happens after death...
And if angels exist, you are with them...
And if we are all from the source, I am sure you have merged into the source...
I thank you for touching my life and making me what I am...
Thank you...
Missing you...today...
Will miss you every single day till I live on this planet earth...

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