A Letter to My Daddy

Yesterday was the third anniversary of my daddy going home. Three years ago April 19 was Good Friday, so I think about my dad more on both Good Friday and April 19. The first person I knew personally who died was my grandfather back in 1990. It was my freshman year in college and before his funeral I wrote a note to my grandfather. In this note I said things that I never got a chance to say to him. I trusted that the Lord would let my grandpa know what I had written.

But there is so much about heaven that we don’t know, although the Bible does give us some detail. I trust that the Lord knows my heart, so on this third anniversary of his going home, I wanted to write this letter to my daddy. I pray that He will tell my daddy what I wrote.

Dear Daddy,

How much I miss you. I wish that I could talk to you about everything that has happened in the past three years. One last time, hearing your voice, sitting and watching tv with you, or just being together in the same room, would be a dream come true.. But I would not want to pull you away from the wonders of heaven for anything in the world,. I am so thankful that you are not seeing how the world is becoming more wicked by the day. If I could go back and tell you three years ago about everything that has happened, you wouldn’t believe it. I learned so much from you, and I loved to sit and argue with you. You made me think, and pushed me to become everything that I could be.

So often I look in the mirror and see your face looking back at me. I find myself saying and thinking things that sound like you, and sometimes the way that I look at the world reminds me of you. A lot of times I think, “I need to talk to dad about that.” Then I remember that I can’t talk to you yet.

It always used to bother me when you would talk about wanting to go home. I always thought that it was because you didn’t want to be with your family anymore. It was also hard to understand why you were so sad sometimes. But I think now that I understand more. There is nothing more now that I want than to go home.

I have shared the promise of heaven with my kids, and they long for heaven just as much as I do. Sometimes I sit and think about what you are experiencing in heaven and finding myself a little bit jealous that you are there and we are still here. But my biggest prayer is that we will go home soon, and that my family will all go together. Then I can reintroduce your grandchildren to you, and you and I can sit and talk about all the things that I want to talk to you about.

Most of all, I want you to be proud of me. So much of who I have become I credit to you. I want you to see the things that I have learned and continue the hug that we shared on the very last day that I saw you. I love you daddy, and I can’t wait to see you again.