If I knew that would be the last time I would talk to you, I wonder what else I would have said to you. I think you knew you would be leaving this earth soon. I think that’s why you called me. You always made me feel like the most special person in the room. I always believed that I was your favorite. At your funeral I listened to the stories people were saying about you. I listened to how you touched everybody's life and how you always made them feel like they were special. I had people I didn't know come up to me and tell me how you had touched their life. I couldn't say anything back because I was so devastated. I couldn't open my mouth without gasping for breath. The tears continually ran down my face and I was blinded.
I cried tonight. Not because you are gone, but because I forgot. I forgot how I felt that day. I forgot how you made me feel, and I forgot what you used to say to me. I was too busy going forward that I forgot to look back.
I remember being a child. I remember when you visited. You always had a trunk full of goodies from Mexico. Your tanned skin glistened in the spring sun when I looked through the window. You broke out into the biggest smile when I came running out of the house. I remember coming home from school and you would have a home made snack sitting on the kitchen table, and I used to sit there with you and tell you what I learned. I read you books, I played barbies with you and I cuddled with you at night when you read me a story.
Those who don't you know, don't understand the bond we had; the bond you had with everybody. You are what I aspire to be.
My Dad hasn't been the same since you left us. I hope you are proud of me and of who I've become.
I miss you.
'Till we meet again at heaven's gate-
Yours forever.
Squirtcha.