Dear Dad,

I wanted to let you know how much I love you.  How much I'm going to miss you, and how much I'm going to regret that Izzie won't know you further.  You were the world's best father, grandfather, and husband to Mom. 

I'm going to miss calling you on the phone to pester you with one of my numerous questions.  I'm going to miss watching you play with Izzie, miss the barbeques, miss playing poker with you, especially when you kicked my butt heads up EVERYTIME. 

I wish I had told you how much I loved you everyday, and how I took everyday with you for granted.  You were on borrowed time, and we all knew that.  I'm so glad that you got to see Izzie baptised, and that you got to see her first birthday.  I'm also glad that you are done with this.  Done with all the pain, the suffering, though you were too proud to ever really talk about it. 

I hate to say this, but it truly is bittersweet in a way, because even though we've lost you, now you won't have to deal with this anymore.  In that, I envy you. 

I hope that you're in Heaven now, bragging to both Grandmas, both Grandpas, Aunt Pat, Uncle Ron, Einar, and everyone else that we've lost, about how totally wonderful my daughter is.  I also hope that you'll be able to check in on us once in awhile, just to let us know that you're ok. 

I love you Dad, and we're all going to miss you so much.  You were the best, and I'll try to be the kind of person you wanted me to be, and to raise Izzie to the best of our abilities.  I love you . . .  and see you someday, again.