wednesdays and missing

Hey papa,

I miss you a lot. I think of you all the time. Time we spent together while i grew up, happy times, not so happy times, all the times. Everyday before i sleep, i talk to you,  hoping you will hear me from the other side.

Mummy misses you a lot. She told me she has been crying thinking about you, and that you really loved her. She also has been reading your diary. I told her that's not good for her,  but she said i wouldn't understand, she has been your wife for close to thirty years. I guess i wouldn't.

I wish you were here to give me practical advice that you always give. I wish you were here so i could tell you I am starting my permanent job next month, and that all your children has grown up and now you can finally retire and build that koi pond you always talked about, and plant all the fruit trees with mummy.

I don't know why Ive been feeling rather emotional. I think its the rain.

Love,
Sarah