My Daddy, Superman

Not even a week ago I lost my father, we all knew it was going to happen and I thought I was ready for it, but now I know I'm anything but ready. He was always so strong. When I was a little girl he could lift me up and he could build anything you could think of.

All I can think about now is everything we didn't get to do. I wanted him to walk me down the aisle when I got married and so much more. I don't know how I'm going to live without him, it's so scary to think about never seeing him again. My biggest fear of all is who's going to be my daddy?

I get so sick of everybody telling me it's going to be alright, because its not alright. I know he's not suffering anymore but what about me? It was so hard to see my hero in that hospital bed getting smaller everyday. I know he can't come back but, I wish he could. I miss him more than anything.

I try to think about the amazing things he's done for me. My love of music and gardening all came from him. He taught me all of these things. Even though at the very end he was so weak and sick, he will always be my superman.