| Dear
Readers
My
own father could not raise me alone. So I was adopted at 9 months old by
Florence Sleeman and she married William Sleeman when I was 12 but he had
been in our lives since I was 4. He could not of been more a father to
me then if I was his biologically.
I was
my Daddy's little girl and the love and closeness we shared still keeps
me going today. I lost my Dad January 5, 1985. To this day I still hear
his words of wisdom when I need them most. Even at 56 I miss crawling up
in his lap and getting whisker rubs. I miss him most on Father's Day because
of course that is my day of reflection back to when I was Daddy's little
girl.
To
all Daddy's little girls out there--know that I understand the empty spot
within your heart if you have lost your Dad. This is what I put in the
paper for my Dad.
My
Sweet Father
Part
of my heart has died today--But not the love I've had
I'm
going to miss you terribly--I'm talking to you - Dad
You
taught me well--what's right from wrong
You've
stood behind me--my whole life long
I always
knew that you were waiting there
No
matter where I roamed--anyplace or anywhere
Your
words of wisdom come to mind
When
I am confused and life seems blind
The
tenderness and love that you showed me Dad
The
understanding and trust--we always had
The
faith-the closeness-no one could know
How
much I respected and loved you so
You
helped me up--you taught me life
You
showed me how to handle strife
So
I will say my goodbyes--when I'm all alone
May
you rest in peace--God has called you home
copyright
© 1985 Patsy Sleeman
Until
Next Time ... God Bless
hugs
Misker
My Daddy - William John Sleeman
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