My Dad was just shy of his big ol' 50th birthday when he lost his life to suicide. I was just 23 years young at the time. The year before his passing I see as a complete blessing. We were able to become closer then we ever were as Father and Daughter. I made sure to be there for him more then ever. All the apologies we shared, more frequent phone calls and text messages, many laughs and all the kisses I gave his face I will cherish till my last breath.
My Dad is too precious to EVER forget. I love looking at his smile when I flip through the pages of his photo album I made. I hear his voice as I read through the text messages I saved.
He loved his whole family so, sooooo much. It was the walk of human life here that was so frustrating at times for his gentle soul. He and God are together. He is at peace. May the radiance and beauty of his life NEVER be defined by his death.