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Me, Pj, Kiara

Daddy,

I think about what my life is going to be like ten or maybe twenty years from now. I know that I will feel so empty when you're no longer here. You'll be out of my life before you get the chance to meet my children and husband. The thought is starting to scare me to death. I know it's not going to happen any time soon, but the thought of it happening at all brings me so much pain. You're older than all of my friend's parents, in fact you're the age of their grandparents, and I used to hate the fact but now I realize I should just be grateful. I am so grateful that you love and care about me.

I will always love you most in this world, Daddy.

"Which do you like being called better, Dad, or Daddy?"

"Either one is fine, sweetie."

"I like Daddy best. Daddy is what I'll always call you."

You didn't know what was going through my mind when I said that. You also didn't know that when you left the room I broke down. I just always want to be your little girl.