I know the gift you really want is to once again have me.
Or perhaps the gift of understanding, to make sense of a senseless loss.
I'm sorry my dearest Daddy, but for those gifts, you must talk to the boss.
The gifts that I can give today are memories, both sad and sweet.
From the touch of your hand on Mummy's tummy, to my tiny little feet.
Remember the joy you felt inside when you found out you would be my Daddy?
The great big smiles upon your face, you were over the moon you were so happy.
Remember when you felt me move, the wonder and love you'd feel?
Remember it today Daddy, it just might help you heal.
Remember the little cuddles we had and the moments that we shared. Remember my little nose and the color of my hair.
I love you dearest Daddy, you know that this is true. Just keep your memories of me alive and I will always live in you.
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My Dad is a survivor too...which is no suprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But I walk with my dad each and every day to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others. He cries when no one's around.
My Dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all!
But there's times when he needs to cry...please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...and tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad, help him mourn in his own way.
Now as I watch over my precious Dad from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...And I can still feel his love!
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