روايات وقصص ضمن Letters To My Dad In Heaven

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

And I hope you use your strength to be the wolf you're destined to be. I love you my dearest child. My blood will always run through your veins. Zoey Isabella Boysen. My love, my heart, the reason for the most joy I've ever known in my life. My baby girl. Your dad, Reagan. <3 Forever in my heart. . Tears streamed down my cheeks as I glanced over the letter one more time. This letter was written by my dad before he died. What pained me the most was that he actually had a feeling that he would, and so he needed to write me this.

He made that promise to me. I’m so sorry sweetie. I wish I wouldn’t have to write you this letter but I have no any other way to communicate with you. Your loving dad. My heart started hammering on my chest. The more I read the letters, the more I felt scared. He was trying to warn me of something. It was as if he knew that his time was up. “Dad, I’m so sorry that you had to die.” I mumbled as tears choked on my throat.

he replied cheerfully, but there was a hint of guilt beneath his voice, either real or feigned I couldn't say. "That's good," I said to him. "You can go." I looked down at the letter in my hand. My dad's handwriting was recognizable. It hurt in my chest just looking at it, remembering all of those years of my childhood that I'd stood and watched while my dad wrote letters to other alphas. That same smooth writing hand had written to me again. I opened the seal and unfolded the paper with my shaking hands.

She left a note for her father. “Dad, if you find this note, then it means you finally woke up, but didn’t find me. It has been my prayer that you wake up someday, so we become a family again. I miss you so much, but I wouldn’t be able to accompany you anymore. Please live a happy life and remember that Elena always loved you the most. Till we meet in the afterlife, I love you, dad. I always will.” “What the fuck!” I staggered a few steps, but still fell into my seat. A lot of scenarios played out in my mind, but none of them explained what I was looking at.

He flew up to me, his smile sweet as candy, as he said, "Daddy, we'll be waiting for you in heaven, okay? We want to be your kids again in the future." I smiled and gently patted his head. "Sure, my darlings. In our next life, you'll still be my precious little ones."

Your mother would be so proud too. I have to believe that good wins in the end. That justice exists. That love is stronger than fear. I believe it because of you. Take care of yourself, my darling. Take care of the people you love. Build something beautiful with your life. That's all I ever wanted for you. Love always, Dad --- I read the letter three times. Tears streamed down my face, but I wasn't crying. Not really. Something else was happening—something that felt like letting go. Like finally, after all these years, understanding.

he ended the letter. "I forgive you dad and I will never hate you," I cried out as I hugged the letter and raised my head towards the ceiling. I then curled up against the bed continuing to hold the letter to my heart while I cry my eyes out. Now knowing the true reason why dad was determined in sending me here. He was afraid of losing me and deeply sorry for what he made happen to me.

Even the sparkle in his eyes betrayed it—like Josh wanted the whole world to know how lucky he was to be Althea Grayson’s son. “And… what about your father?” Josh’s bright smile faltered, giving way to a shadow of sadness. “Didn’t I tell you already, Mr. Handsome? My dad’s in heaven. Sometimes I wonder what he looked like, how he spoke, if he was fun like you and Uncle Chase. If he could play soccer or basketball in some cool way. What he liked, what kind of job he had.” Josh’s lips curved into a wistful smile. “But the truth is… I don’t know any of that.”

If I could go back, I would do so many things differently. Forgive me, my daughter. I clutched the letter tightly to my chest. “Dad,” I whispered through tears, “I want you to tell me yourself. I don’t want to read this from a letter. I want to hear your voice again.” That was when reality finally sank in. My dad was gone. Forever.