Novel & Cerita Letters To My Dad In Heaven

SOPHIA. My heart pounded in my chest as I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. It seemed it was written a week before Dad and Mom had the accident that claimed their lives. My dear sweet little angel, My eyes stung, and I sniffled to hold back my tears when I read the first line. This was so Dad… still calling me his little angel when I was a grown woman. I guess to him, I was still that little girl he taught how to walk or ride a bike... I was daddy's little girl till the very end.

He opened the paper he was holding and glanced at Haru, who was quietly crying, then started reading the letter. Dad, this is Jared. How are you? Maybe if you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. Dad, I'm sorry if I left you. I'm sorry if I can't stand the pain I'm struggling with. I hope if I'm gone, you'll be happy. Dad, please give more love to your children and Aunt Sherlyn. I'm happy to be lost in this world because I'll be with my mom.

"You're so adorable, like a little girl." I laughed, "my dad and I used to play this game all the time and he would call me his little girl, even though I wasn't little anymore." "Aww, where's your dad? On a trip?" Aaron asked and I answered just like a little girl would. I pointed up, "in heaven. He's in heaven." We fell silent and I turned to Aaron, his blue eyes were twinkling in the darkness, just like little blue stars. "You're eyes are so beautiful."

He looked at the window and the lightening and darkening of the sky above the grounds and the bare upper branches of the trees at the edge of the property, and he thought about his father's handwriting, which was precise and slightly cramped in the way of a man who had done a great deal of written calculation and had transferred those habits to everything he put on paper, and he thought about a hospital room in a correctional facility and a man who was fifty-three years old and who had known what was happening to him and who had understood that there were things that needed to be said before the opportunity closed. "There's a letter," he said. Leonard's eyes didn't move. "My father wrote it

Aziel say and looks at the bag again. I nod my head and open the bag to notice the letters, one from them each, Sky, mom, father and dad. I really wanted to know why dad didn't tell me that I had met Silas when I was little but I really needed answers to why all of this had happened and I knew my mother would know so I picked up her letter. I looked at the guys and rised my eyebrows at them and they actually took the hint and walked out of my room. I opened the envelope and the smell of magnolia and jasmine filled the room, making me smile, dad and father always say that mom smells like this. I look down at the blank paper and whisper the word "Never forget that you're loved".

I love you son, my dear Ian Cole. Dad < As I read the letter and looked at the photo of me and dad included in the letter, I couldn’t help but cry. The tightness of my chest. I felt valued. I wanted to hug him, but it was too late. "Nothing will change dad. My respect and love for you will not change even if you reject me a few more times. I also love you dad, you, and mom, and my siblings so instead of being a shame to our family I left. In the afterlife just let you know dad. "

Alfred tried to say something more, but my father interrupted impatiently, "Enough. Do you think no one's been secretly sending her food? She's fine. She won't die." Hearing that, I could not help but laugh, but no one could hear me. It was because I was already dead. I died four days ago. Since then, my soul had been following my father. "Mr. Xavier, don't be mad anymore. Let Blake out. It's so hot outside. She must be suffering," Rosie Sutherland said from upstairs as she emerged from what used to be my room in a pure white nightgown. My father's expression softened instantly, exuding a tenderness I had never seen before.

"He hang himself last night in his cell and was found dead this morning. He left you this letter." What! Dad is dead? I am shocked and confused at the same time. I know we were not on good terms, but I never once wished death upon him. I take the letter and quickly read it. Dear princess, I hate defeat. I prefer death over defeat. So, I'm tired of this... My time has come... We will have our happy ending up there, just the three of us. Until then, bye! See you in heaven... But as I read it, I wonder if he will ever set foot in heaven. I can bet that he will burn in the eternal fires of hell for the rest of his wretched life.

"I wish I could have been there to see you grow into the incredible young woman I know you've become. To play our old table tennis matches, to celebrate your milestones. But fate, it seems, had other plans. I am writing this from my deathbed. All I want is to see you one last time, to tell you how deeply and unconditionally I love you. So if there is any way, any possible chance...please, Ella, come to me. I will wait for you, for as long as I am able. You deserve to know the truth, to hear it straight from my own lips. And I...I desperately need to see you, to hold you in my arms again before I go." Forever yours, Dad. "No..." I choked out, looking up at Mrs. Emerson with anguished eyes. "P

Mom sat in front of her vanity, and Dad carefully clasped the silver heart necklace I had given her for her birthday around her neck. … As for Reggy, he received an anonymous letter written in my tone. "Dear Reggy, this is a letter from heaven. Please don't be sad about my death. I'm just visiting my grandma, who loved me most. I'll carry your thoughts to your daughter. If given the chance, I'll bring her to visit you in your dreams. Please take care of yourself." In the motel, Reggy sat silently at the table for a long time after reading the letter. He then tossed his gun from his waist into a drawer.