A Daughters Letter

This letter was written as a response to a class lesson that asked us to write a 200-300 word letter to someone close to them. I had recently had a dream that I met my daughter Kelly in a heavenly encounter of some sort, and this is my letter.



These are articles, stories and accounts of my life, as I recall them, and are copywrited. Unauthorized use will be pursued at my determination, to the degree that I am inclined. Any hard feeling caused by memories that don't match yours are unfortunate and you'll just have to get over it! Feel free to contact me if you have a request for their use. I am not writing for prose or poetry, but just to tell a story. Neither do I try to be politically correct. I consider that an act of cowardice, trying to placate the uninformed, ignorant of history folks that are filled with ego and braggadocios, demanding that their perspective be the prevalent one.


Dear Daughter:

Seeing you yesterday far exceeded the joy that I had ever imagined! I have always been sorry that we were only able to share your first birthday. I know you understand, and I want you to know that I have kept your little red wagon and I think about you every Christmas season.

It took a number of years before I was able to understand that I was going to be able to see you again, and the anticipation has continued to grow until we met yesterday. I am startled at your beauty, as you have grown and matured into a beautiful young lady, exceeding my expectations. I should have known that you would have grown into an attractive woman as your mother and I always produced cute little girls. I know that this is no surprise to you as they both have been here with you all this time.

I will also write a letter to each of sisters, as well as your mother. I know Michelle has taken you under her wings and I am willing to bet that your mother and the three of you girls have spent many enjoyable moments together watching me fumble my way through life. I am sure there were times when I was in danger of embarrassing you ladies, but it is my fervent belief that there were more times when you were proud that I was your dad.

The letter to your mother will be both difficult and rewarding. I hope she understands that I did all I could to try and see her before she left and that I am optimistic that she is understanding of the care and prayer that I took in reaching the decision regarding your future. I know she has had a wonderful time here with you and your sisters. I am most anxious to meet her again and to discuss why we never got around to naming your younger sister. It is a stumbling block for me to remember her without a name, and it seems inappropriate for me alone, to give her one