"Dear dad, I love you with all my heart I wish I could be there with you all the time."
Me and my dad have been writing letters back and forth ever sense I had to move to New York for collage. It has been hard to deal with since he lives in Toronto and I'm stuck here in New York. You see, my mom died when I was just a little child. My mom had died because this stupid person wants to drink when they already knew they didn't have a safe ride home and because of them my mom paid the price it's not fair.
My dad is all I got, everyday when my dad calls me I hear my dad cry and say "Why did I let her get into that car. If I would of made her stay home she would still be here!"
I can't understand why he blames himself for something that he can't control it's the part of life. It's not like you can stop it or anything. Don't get me wrong I miss her and all but you also have to move on. If it was meant to be then it was meant to be, at least that's how I see it. Then again the word of god has inspired me to see things the way he sees it. I just wish that my dad could see it the way me and the lord Jesus Christ sees then he wouldn't feel the way he feels and he would now that she is in a better place. But, a girl can dream, can't she? That's when it hit me like a rock, the next day I have church I am going to take him to church with me so that, the word of god can inspire him almost like the way it inspired me. And maybe he can be saved, just like I was.
" Dads what's wrong,?" I mumbled "Nothing Hun, you wouldn't understand ."
I understand more than he thinks. Why does my dad always underestimate me? I left the room quietly so I could think of way to convince him to come to the Sunday service, and as I say on that rock on the rock I though and though until I finally I figured out the only logic that makes sense to me, my dad loves food and if I tell him that there will be food where were going maybe just maybe he will fall for it, and maybe just maybe if they get there point across well enough he will believe on lord Jesus Christ and he will be saved."Shelby come here please and thank you." He said whipping the tears from his Rosy red cheaks.
"Yes dad." I walked up to the door went in and walked to the living were he was eating cheeses and watching two and a half men.
He sniffled "What do you want for super?"
I was not expecting him to say that I was hoping he would tell me why he was crying because that is what I really wanted to know it was rattling though my brain like a rattle snake rattles it's tail. I'm going to figure this out weather he tells me or I find out by myself.
I think it's about time I asked him the question that was rattling my brain no matter how scared I was of what his answer would be but I knew that sooner or latter I was going to have to ask him and I choose sooner so that I can get this done and over with. I took a big gasp and swallowed hard "Dad? Can I ask you a question?" I hesitated waiting for him to answers I though my heart was going to pop out of my chest. "Yes dear?" He said.
