Monday, February 18, 2013
When i was about 5 on a sunny afternoon, you sat by a large tree with your friends having a cold one after a long day of work. I played in the daisies and fluttered around you for attention. You ask me if i knew what to do with Daisies, and then showed me how to tell if someone loved you. I always made my daisies tell me that "you loved me". Time, distance and life did not grant us a chance to get to know each other and Father and Daughter, though your passing has hurt more then all these words could express.
