I miss you.
I also want you to know that it was a privilege to have had you as a father.
You gave me a good example, you gave me an education, you gave me the love for all old things and their history.
You also taught me strenght and determination. You told me never to say "I can't do that." According to you, all things can be done, if we put our mind to it.
(You were right.)
But most importantly you gave me your love.
You were also the kind of man that would never complain about your health. Even when you were really ill, you would say "I feel great, don't worry about me." Our own private joke was that, when you passed away, your epitaph would read "Hey . . . What am I doing here? I feel great!"
There is a God and he loves us. He allowed me the opportunity to see you again, to mend bridges, and to spend time while we both were still alive. He also gave me the privilege to let me to stay at your side until the very end. Not everyone is that fortunate.
Rest in peace now, Dad. You have earned it.
I love you. And I am still missing you.