Is it cliche that witnessing the birth of my first born child was the most beautiful thing to see? To cry in happiness as she cries aloud for the first time in her life; a moment shared between Mom and Dad, and Naya. That is your name, and you are perfect.
Looking back through the years, I still remember your newborn gaze upon mine. Perhaps you held onto the dearest of secrets that couldn’t be spoken. Or maybe it was just love. I like to think both. But when I hold my breath remembering upon that moment, I think about another time. And I cry.
You took your last breath in my arms 8 years ago.
They say the best days of your life are the days you see your kids born. When you left us, how do those days that do come... actually... come along? You worry, you hope, you plead, you deal, and you fight. And you love.
I miss you,
Your Dad
