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| Below is exerpts from a letter my dad, Leerie Allen, wrote to me last year, on February 26, 2002. I wanted to share a few parts of that letter, as they are so beautiful and so inspiring to me. My dad was a wonderful writer, and I would like to think I inherited some of that quality he possessed. Thanks so much for taking the time to read this. ~Kristi P.S. - Again, this is not the entire letter, just parts of it. The "four of you" he refers to in this particular letter are me, my brothers Bill and Leerie and my sister Lesli. And Corey is my 4 year old son. |
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| My Dearest Kristi: You are one of the four precious gifts that I've received in my life. You are an extension of me and a product of love. You have your life back now - it is a life in which you must develop independence, for you and Corey. You have tremendous potential. There are no limitations on your talent! I sincerely believe that! Look around yourself, and within, eliminate negative thought and negative persons. This is the time in your life to start anew! I remember a little girl (that I was so proud of and still am) who pursued "A"s in school with vigor and zeal. Now, as an adult, pursue life and its treasures with the same enthusiasm and you will be rewarded! Life has not turned out for me as I would have wanted, but we all are products of our choices - good or bad. There is not a day that goes by that I don't thank God for the four of you and the time we've had together. And every day I ask God's blessing on all of you - I always ask for God to interfere in your lives and bring good to all of you! Life is precious! And make the most of it! Enjoy life! It's just too short to do otherwise! The four pictures you sent me proove that. Compare your age in each picture to that of Corey and you'll see how quick life slips away! All four of you are quality persons. You were exposed to many good things in your life. I tried to impress upon all of you a respect and a belief in God, in family, and in life. Kristi - pursue each with your famous zeal. God is always around. Look for Him . You have a large family. Get to know them and let them know you (and Corey). Lay your ears back and charge after life. You never knew that I received the greatest joy - to see you grow as a person! You are one of my personal miracles - then and now. I am thankful that you are my daughter. I will always love you. Forevermore, Dad |
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| Although I wrote a letter back to my dad at the time, this letter below is the one that needed to be written, and the one that has been inside my heart since August 23, 2003: | ||||||||||
| Dad, I am so thankful you were my father. You never knew I received the greatest joy - in having you for a dad. I feel lucky that I had 32 years to be with you, believe in you, learn from you, and most important, to know you. I said it the last day you were here with us and I will say it again, "Dad, I am so proud of you." And nothing will ever change that. There's a lot I have yet to understand about life. I had hoped we would be able to discuss those things and figure them out together. But I was meant to discover those things alone, as God's plan for you was different than what I expected. I will carry with me everything you taught me, told me, and impressed upon me. And I will pass that knowledge along to Corey. I feel truly blessed that my son was able to know his grandfather as well as he did. Dad, I miss you so much. I keep wishing that what happened was all a bad dream and praying that you would be coming over again to sit and talk with us, telling one of your many stories. Or you would be eating dinner with us, and rocking in the chairs at Cracker Barrel. Or you would be showing us your flowers and telling us about nature and how much beauty was in the world, if only we took time to look. Why was it not a bad dream? Why was it a reality? If only the doctors you had knew what happened to you or why it was happening, maybe your passing wouldn't have been so hard. To know you were in pain and suffering each day since last year, and no one could tell you why, it truly breaks my heart. I intend to do whatever it takes to find the answer(s) you had been searching for, for far too long. I know eventually we will be together again. Until that time, I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers, and your memory alive through the many stories you told us over the years. You will never be forgotten, Dad. I hope you know that. I love you, Dad. And I miss you far more than you will ever know. Love always, Your oldest daughter, Kristi |
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