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30-Day Blogging Challenge September 1 to September 30, 2011 ~ Day 23 Prompt: ""What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't reread a phone call.” ~ Liz Carpenter Write a letter to someone you care about, maybe someone you wish to apologize to, maybe someone you miss." Dear Daddy, I remember riding on your shoulders when I was very young, sometime between the ages of one and three. I remember you as being tall. You were the tallest person I knew. You were a giant in my eyes, you are still a giant in my memory. I remember sitting on your lap on Sunday mornings, as you read the comics. You read L’il Abner and another comic about a caveman who road a dinosaurs. I always wanted ride a dinosaur; it was not until I went to school that I realized cavemen and dinosaurs did not live at the same time. I think the name of the comic was Alli Oop. Daddy I miss you so much. I found out about your death over the internet. I did a search and found out you died. I do not know how you died, probably the result of smoking or drinking too much. It does not matter because all I ever wanted to do was say good-bye and I never did that. I did not get to say good-bye. I did not get to kiss you on the cheek one more time before you passed into the next world. I wanted to ask you about your experience in World War II. I wanted to ask you about your religious and spiritual beliefs. I wanted to ask you other questions as well. I never got to say “I love you, Daddy,” before you died. I am saying it now “I love you, Daddy.” All my love, Your oldest daughter |