One of the things I did while my Dad was in hospice last month was to read all of the letters he'd sent me over the years. I keep them in a little blue box. I was so glad that I'd kept all of the letters and, really, there was no way I'd ever have thrown out a single one anyway. It was such a treat to relive his words in his letters, the thoughts, the sentiments. The last one he sent to me was in November and he included a little poem he'd found in a magazine. It was a cute poem about daughters. He sent the poem to my sister Mary too. Said it reminded him of us.
My Dad was such a special guy that way. He was always so thoughtful and kind. Definitely a glass-is-half-full who could love you at your worst and your best. Sometimes it was easier for him to express himself through his written words than his spoken ones and yet other times he could say the words that you most needed to hear.
I still hear his voice in my head. And I miss him.