Letters To My Dad In Heaven นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“He’s not around.” I didn’t press. I couldn’t. Not right now. She knelt by the closet, pulling out a worn box. “These were his too,” she said, placing it on the bed. Inside were baby photos me as a toddler with chocolate smeared on my cheeks, my dad holding me up high, his face full of joy. And then seven more letters. My name was written on each one, in the same slanted handwriting. All dated the same day. My hands trembled as I picked them up. The ink in the first few was steady, sure. But as I read through them, the writing changed more shaky, less clear. The words slurred in places. Like he’d been sick. Like he was running out of time.

I told dad. “I don’t mind. I like driving you around.” Dad said. “You got a letter by the way. Reminds me of how your mother and I wrote each other letters.” “Were they romantic letters? Or like dirty letters?” I joked. “Don’t tell me if they were, because I don’t want to know that.”

I read through about 20 letters quickly, most of them was him begging for me to talk to him in any way and that he wouldn’t give up. Ill give him that, he did not give up. He would call and write constantly waiting for a reply. The one that bugged me the most was the one he sent me after the last time we talked, ‘Hey babe, hope you had a good time at your dads. I haven’t already to you in a few days and I just really needed to hear your voice, you help me feel better when I’m down. I was thinking about Jeremy, he will probably be walking by the time I meet him. I’ll be missing his first everything.

I love you dad. Pastor:: I love you too, my angel. Dad replied as we Hugged each other tightly. Now I know everything I need to know about myself but am not letting anything get me down. If I am able to live till this day then God is actually doing a miracle in my life and I need to thank him immensely. I will continue to live my life as before, just like nothing happened or it's happening. I will gladly go back to my maker when he calls me. After all, that is the pathway that every believer should be glad to go to. The path to heaven.

She looks conflicted, eyes darting from it to my face. "You probably don't want this…" she shakes the envelope in the air, "But I didn't feel right not telling you about it." I sit up with furrowed brows. "What is it?" I ask. She holds it out to me, and I take it, reading the sender address. A cold chill runs through me. Mavison Welding Penitentiary for the Criminally Insane. It's a letter from dad. After a month of being locked away in an asylum, why did he decide to write to me now? It's like God wants to see me crumble. He continues to put jagged rocks and high cliffs in the path of a good person.

she gently probed, a mix of curiosity and compassion coloring her words. A flicker of emotion danced across my eyes as I mustered the strength to share the profound encounters with my father. "I dreamt of my dad," I began, my voice quivering with a mixture of sorrow and reverence. "In that ethereal realm, we spoke, and he assured me that I still have a purpose here on Earth. That's why I woke up from my coma."

At least I deserve a ' thank you Amy'. The letter continues and Amber chuckles sadly. Please, don't die and don't worry about me, if by any chance Isabella becomes a burden to you please send her to me as I have lot of vacant room here. Dad's demise brought you to this state, I hope you will forget him. I didn't get to tell you alot due to your health failure but I love my family dearly. I love you, Dad and Isabella. I wish we would live together with our future babies as one big family but maybe the scripture didn't picture us that way.

V Mom, Dad I"m home, I don't hear anything or anyone in the house. It's just too quiet, Mom, Dad where are you? We're in the kitchen sweetie. I put my backpack on the couch and head towards the small kitchen. What's for din...net? Shh...my mom says your dad is reading a letter he received from your Grandma Louise. What does it say? Let him do fishing reading and he will tell us. Dear Charles, My precious and only son. I am writing this letter to you, because I know that my time here on earth is coming to an end. You have always been the apple of my eye. Watching you grow up and become the man that you are has made me very proud. I know that you have been going through some struggles lately,

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.

I let you and your brother down by burying myself in my grief, and I'm sorry. I love you and Ken more than anything on this planet, so if protecting you is how I go...I will go with a smile. I dont have any hopes of getting into heaven where mom is, but if I do, I will give her your love. Love Dad. Tears pour down my face as I reread dad's email over and over again. There's no way this is it. There's no way he thinks the best place for me is with another werewolf. No, no, no.