My name is PJ when I was seven years old my dad passed away from pancreatic cancer he was the funniest and kindest person in the world and I was lucky to have him as my dad even just for a short time I will hold the memories forever the good and the bad sometimes I smell him or feel his presence he will visit me in my dreams we will talk and catch up but the painful part is when I wake up and remember we can’t talk anymore I will always miss my dad that will never go away and it’s hard to know I wont be able to see him on my wedding day or my college graduation or when I get my job or write my first book it’s hard that won’t change but I can learn to take the pain in to my life and I feel that pain every day but when I know he’s their and I feel him it feels real when he passes my mom gave me her necklace and when I talk to my dad I hold my necklace like it’s connected to him and who knows if it is or not but just holding it makes it feel like he is listening and when he visits I miss him but I know he’s their and I cry so much but lol I can do is miss him and appreciate when he visits me and my family I miss you dad I always will
I love you💜
PJ