To Say Goodbye

Dear Dad,

You don't know how much I want to tell you these words; face to face, sitting there right in front of you. You probably don't know how much I cried either, that night, but well, that doesn't matter now. Not anymore.

I didn't want to say goodbye to you Dad, not that way, not in the morgue.

I didn't want to say goodbye, ever.

But I had to, and ... it hurt.

If you're out there, reading this, somehow I want you to know this one thing.

I'll always miss you, always. Even if I live to be a hundred, that'll never change.

Moce Ta.