Lucky am I to had the years with you, though all too short, how meaning they were; and lucky am I to be born from a family of Heroes. True, our time was cut short, and there are so many things that you were supposed to teach me, Dad. 15 years later, I can’t say it hurts the same, but I can admit the pain does manifest itself in my everyday life, transformed into decisions I make. You are my father, my idol; for every memory I have, and for all the special times in my life that you won’t be there, I know you are forever with me. Yes, I’m the spitting image of mom physically, but I am YOUR daughter…the moves I make are not understood because if there every to be comprehended, it would be you who understood them, and you are not here…but you are here, how crazy is that?! What I know is that your blood made me, it was you who determined that I would be born a strong female, and even you who named me, no one else. So for every breath that I take that is enabled by the blood that runs from my heart, the very blood I share with you; I know that I am in fact a warrior because you shared with me the blood of a true hero and soldier. There isn’t much I can’t handle because of you, and it saddened me that I had to lean how to navigate life without you; yet the orah of your being, the knowledge of who you are and what you have left behind is a true gift, and for that, on this sad day 15 years later, I will choose to smile because I am YOUR daughter, your Amber…Amber is gem, as am I, but it is your soul that is captured in my grace.
A Blakward Perspective... 