How I miss you.

I miss my dad, I miss his laugh and his many 'causos' of his childhood, and how he meet my mother, what he said to me in my wedding day, how he looked at my baby girl when she was born and our talk by phone 2 days before he died. His absence brought me a feeling of devastation for many long years. Jesus was, is and will continue to be the reason I didn't lost myself in desperation 9 years ago. Nothing but God - in every minute of my life - could helped me to come out from dark pain. I miss him dearly and I'll forever. Also I carry with me his words of encouragement then I smile and move forward :)