Dear papa,

I miss talking to you. Talking about you. There are things that I want to tell others about you but I fear that I my voice may shake or eyes might spill with emotion and that can be difficult for most people to deal with. 

I realize that I will not have any new memories with you. No new quips to chuckle at. This is it.

I also realize how very lucky I am to have known you and seen you and love you and be loved by you. There is an earnestness and authenticity about you that is not common. You always tried to say what you mean and mean what you say. Even if it was not what I wanted to hear. Even when saying the different thing was easier. A lot of people do not do that.