This Is For You

I was nine when you died.

I - I didn't understand.

And on that August morning in 2005,

screaming and crying, I called 911:

but you left me, you were gone.

And at first I was mad, but as I fell to my knees, I felt your arms around me.

You helped me stand tall, and told me I could be anything I wanted to be!

So I learned how to fly!

I want to be just like YOU.

But I need your help.

I need you to help me be not just great, but good too.

I love you daddy:

I know you died so that you could always be here for me - right by my side, exactly where I'm going to need you more than ever now.

Thank you.

This is for you.