Letters To My Dad In Heaven Novels & Stories

I looked up at the glassed chambers and the colors and the image of Christ. And it was then i muttered the first words, calling his name. “Our father—” I cupped my chin to close my eyes. “My father, who is in heaven. Hear me, O Lord” And a heavy breath made it’s way out of me. To be continued...

"She will obviously be in heaven. But my father had too much blood on his hands before he died. "Perhaps he could have stayed on earth a little longer and enjoyed life before being sent into eternal flames. With that much blood on his hand, there isn't even a chance of forgiveness for his soul. "But it's not all that bad, at least I won't be lonely when I go to hell. And I'll have my dad with me when we face all those motherfuckers we've sent there. Until then, stay strong dad." He hadn't realized he had zoned out until after he blinked. It seemed Rebecca had truly forgotten about him.

I picked her up and dropped her on my lap. The smile on her face had already vanished and I could see the fear on her face. How to tell her this? “Your dad was a very good man but…” “But he… He is now a… He loves you so much, Diane. Your dad loves you very much and he didn’t want to leave you anytime soon. He is sorry and I am sorry” Tears were clouding my sight as I saw the tears gathering in her eyes too. “He is now… He is now with your mum. They are both stars, Diane” The tears quietly rolled down my cheeks and she broke down in tears.

But now he's gone. "I just can't believe that he's gone," Haley mumbled. We were both lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling above us. So many memories were shared here. All of the secrets we told, laughs we shared...and of course, the sex. This room in general held so many memories. "I can't either," I replied. "Hey, Eth?" She asked after a long pause. "Yeah?" "Do you think my dad went to Heaven?" She asked, voice completely breaking.

I remember that my sister, Lyra, was born the same day I was born and that she was so tiny and sweet. I remember all those years when we were family and... ...I remember that my parents died in a hit-and-run accident five days ago; that was the day my world crumbled. So here I am, sitting on the porch, there is a letter in my hand from my dad's attorney, my dad's fucking letter, and the only reason I can't read it is that on the envelope there are words "Maddie." My dad wrote it for Maddie in case something happened to him because he had never thought that he and Maddie could die together.

These were things I dreamed about telling him, he died before Matthew was born and I remembered writing letters that were directed to him during his passing. I hid those letters in a box, for years those letters were kept safely. “Father, I have a lot of things to tell you!” I exclaimed with tears streaming down my cheeks. Those were tears of joy, I loved and missed him a lot. “We have much time for that, now that we are together again.” My father wiped my tears away, he smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Daughter, I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. But first, we need to talk about more pressing issues.” My Father’s tone became stern and his smiling face changed to an angry l

Cutting this short before everything exploded. I wrote the letter one last time, keeping it short and honest enough without destroying her: Mom, I’m sorry for leaving like this. Something came up with Dad and I need to go back early. Thank you for everything, hopefully I'll spend more time next summer. I love you more than you know. I’ll call you when I land. Lana

My sister had sharp eyes and found the letter under the old pillow. Dad wiped away his tears and unfolded the paper with trembling hands. "Mom, Dad, and Heidi. By the time you see this letter, the countdown should have ended. I'm so happy I get to live with all of you. Thank you for your hard work in the last 18 years. I hope we can still be a family in my next life! Oh, right, use the money in the piggy bank to buy a toy for Heidi! Consider it an early birthday gift."

Sincerely, Your father.

I spent most of the time wrapped in one of Milo’s old sweaters, curled on the cot by the fireplace, trying not to unravel. But I was alone with my thoughts. And that’s when I found the letters. They were in a wooden box beneath the floorboard, hidden beneath a loose plank near the hearth. Faded ink, yellowed paper. My father’s handwriting. Shaky and familiar. My breath caught as I opened the first one. To my flower, If you’re reading this, I failed to keep you safe. I’m sorry. But I knew this day would come. My throat tightened. He’d written to me during the final years of his life. Words I never knew existed. Warnings. Memories. Love, laced with fear.