It's been 7 years. 7 years since you were relieved of your pain & went to dance with the Angels. Time does not heal all wounds, dad. I still feel so alone. I still cry. I need you right now. I need your warm embrace. I need your velvet voice soothing me. I need the familiar scent of your cologne washing over my senses, calming me. I need your sense of humor to pick me up. I need your rough, calloused  hands rubbing my back at night coaxing me to sleep. I'm not sleeping. I think of you all the time. & it's breaking my heart that you're not here. I grew out of the freckles on my face. My hair isn't strawberry blonde anymore. It's brown. Just in case you were wondering. I just miss you desperately & you're not physically here. It's like a bitter taste in my mouth. I'm sorry for all the things I've done to myself. I hope you can forgive me & know I am trying to get well. I love you. I will forever & always be your "little lamb".