Another night, another quiet moment. Daddy is running out of things to say. What is there at this point...you are still dead, and Daddy still feels the overwhelming responsibility of your death. Time was supposed to heal all wounds, but time just gives markers of remembrance. What can Daddy say other than he is sorry. The responsibility is there, as is the guilt. I know, Daddy should have buried that pesky guilt by now, but it lingers without permission. Daddy tries, trust in that, but Daddy fails. You are missed...Daddy is sorry...and Daddy will find a way to say sorry in a way that matters.
I love you!