Dear Dad,
It has been more than seven years since you rested in peace.
A lot has changed.
I have been thinking about what I want to tell you these days.
You have always been my hero since I was a little girl.
I am grateful for all the opportunities and resources you gave me over the past few years.
You always supported me to do whatever I wanted and liked.
You never pushed me to do anything that would make me uncomfortable.
The way you brought me up gave a much happier childhood than that of those were at the same age.
However, I am sorry that I did not treat you with the respect that a perfect Daddy should be treated.
I think most part of it has to do with my foolish self-esteem.
I considered that expressing my feeling was sickeningly disgusting.
I always assumed you knew how much I appreciated all the things that you did for me.
Every Father’s day I would make a card myself with all my love.
Whenever I mustered up my courage to send it out, I could usually find some reasons to stop myself mailing the letter.
As time went by, there were a pile of cards lying in my drawer.
I always believed that I could give you the cards someday.
Then you would realize how much you meant to me.
But now, it is the dream which would never come true.
You are not beside me.
I can not embrace you, hear your voice, even see you smile again anymore.
I am so regretful for not getting with you when you were with me.
I was too blind to see that life was changeable.
Dad, no matter you will hear that or not, I still want to tell you,
“I do love you, Dad. And you still live in my deep heart forever and ever.”
Your loving daughter,
Erica
