Letters To My Dad In Heaven Novels & Stories

I feel my body is going to break up into pieces. I look forward, my head is spinning, and I cough with a dry throat as I stop. Every inch of my body is trembling. Anytime, I will collapse. It's heartbreaking and unfortunate. Seems like I am not going to meet my Dad. I wish I could say sorry to him for once. I really love you, Dad. And I will miss you in heaven. To get on my knees, I bend. I can hear the car scratching sound behind me. I give up. It's better that I am dying soon. Maybe, I can feel at peace for once in my lifetime.

I hope that makes it right. I'm doing fine now and I'm earning well. I have my own apartment. It's only a small one that I'm renting, but I'm saving up to buy my own place. If you are in the City at all, you could visit me. Or if you like, I could visit you. I'd love to come and see you. How are you all? How is Dad these days? Better, I hope? I miss him. I miss all of you. I'll keep this short now, but if you get this letter, please write back to me. I'd really love to hear from you.

I sent a message to him, responding to his words, "until we meet again in heaven, dad... I love you." ~~~

I asked, standing firm at the door. “ I'm looking for a Mr Hunter Mcman?” “ You're speaking to him”. “ Perfect. Here is a message…..”, he handed me a hand written kind of envelope that sure has a large burdensome letter from someone. Once I opened the letter, tears filled my eyes. It was a letter from my dad and it read: My dear son, If you're reading this now, it means that I've been gone for a year now. I have no other reason of writing this other than to tell you that I love you and I certainly want the best for you.

On it was written ‘Eduardo,’ and the old writing was different from my dad's. This person sent a letter to my father, and I was going to read it. I unfolded it carefully, my hands shaky as I glanced at the letter. The words on the paper faded but were still legible. As I read the little I could, my heart began to pound hard against my chest. Dear Eduardo, How are you doing? Hope you are having a lovely life. I know that you would never forgive me for leaving you without motive, but I need you to know that I never stopped thinking about you and Dad.

“Hello Father. I don’t expect you to believe anything I’m about to say, and yet all I’ll say is nothing but the truth—the truth you should have known long before now. I’m not dead, and as much as I wish I could tell you this face to face, I can’t. But I need you to know that I am alive and I’m well. I heard about mother. I heard what happened and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that you had to face it all on your own, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there when you needed me the most. But I need you to know you haven’t lost it all. I’m still here—still alive, and so you have to hold on and be strong—this is exactly what she’d have wanted and you know it. There’s a lot of things I wish to tell you, but I

I had to pause speaking because my heart was aching and my vision became blurry with tears. “I can never call him up again just to say hi. I can never thank him enough for the life he gave to me. All the laughter, love, hugs, adventures, and life he supplied for Tommy and I. Dad was truly a bright light in this world. I could always go to him for anything and where he was in my life will forever be touched. The hole left in my heart by his passing will never be filled by anyone else, because no one else could take his place. Dad, I love you forever and I miss you. I hope you are having fun up there in Heaven and that I can make you proud. Bye Daddy”

Her voice carried a bitter undertone, revealing the emotional scars left by the experience. Justin, moved by Jessica's recounting of a painful past, gently placed his hand on hers, offering a comforting gesture that conveyed both empathy and support. The genuine sympathy in his touch reflected the understanding of the difficult ordeal she had endured. Listening intently, Justin absorbed her next words, "My father eventually died. Even though my mother had said my dad went to heaven and that it was a better place, I saw heaven as a cruel place. How could it have taken my father from me when I needed him most?" Jessica's poignant reflection on her perception of heaven revealed the enduring emo

Dear God as Michelle Frizzel Thompson one said " if roses grow in heaven Lord please pick a bunch for me, place them in my father's arms and tell him they are from me. Tell him I love him and miss him, and when he turns to smile place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for a while because remembering him is easy I do it everyday but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away. Today my dad was to be placed six feet under ground. There was a part of me which still could not accept this. As someone once said " If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane . I would walk right up to heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken , no time to say goodbye. You

Just words written in a looping, too-neat script. --- To the House of Levites You send your hounds to dig through ashes. But it is not the dead you should fear. We have risen. We remember. And soon, so will the world. Let the Hills be your warning. The next will burn brighter. Sleep well, Jason. You won't sleep long. --- The silence that followed was more suffocating than any scream. My Dad handed the letter to me without a word, and for the first time in my life, I saw something in his eyes that terrified me more than any monster or blood-soaked story from the old wars.