Dear Daddy, Deeder, Rick,
It is so hard to believe that this is my 3rd Father’s Day without you. I remember the last Father’s Day we spent together like it was yesterday. We attended a jazz brunch (because we’re fancy) and then drank beer at a dive bar (because we’re really not that fancy). We talked about my future; you encouraged me to follow my heart and to forget about that stupid boy that broke my heart. When the bartender recognized you at the bar, you said, “Yeah I’m Kidd Kraddick and this is my gorgeous daughter who is buying my beer today!”
After three years, it somewhat baffles me that I still miss you today just as much, if not more, than the first day I lost you. Death has technically taken you away from me but it actually brought us closer than ever. I feel your presence now, more than ever. From the time you held me in your arms for the first time to the day you saw me graduate college, I am holding on to the beautiful memories that have made me the person I am today.