Dear Papa,

Today is mummy's birthday. I miss you especially today. The weather has been grey and cold. Mummy has also been missing you or at least being herself  as she was 'before'.
I wish you were here with us. Life does not give you second chances. It is very categoric like that. Death also does not. The finality sucks the life out of you literally.
I was there was one more chance to tell you all that I want to. I wish there was one more chance to hold you and hug you. To have you pat my head one more time.

I wish you could see and talk to Mehr as she is now. You would have enjoyed sparring with her and she would love to talk to you too. There is so much she is going to miss out on and you too. and me most of all. Because unlike Mehr I once had it and now don't.

Love you more and more and miss you even more.
Chuti-muti