A Passing Train

Dear Daddy,

It has been three weeks since you passed away, and it still hurts just as much as ever to admit to myself that I won't see you in this life again.  Today, on the way to work, I was thinking about the last Friday night dinner we had just a few days before you suddenly left us.  We could never decide where to go, and you would always say, "it doesn't matter" or "I don't care, you choose." We were going to Chickfila for the longest time, but I think we were all getting pretty tired of their food.  Tylerman just LOVES that place, but we all know it is because they have a cool playground.  Anyway, on that particular Friday, we couldn't decide, so we asked Tyler what he wanted.  His answer? TACO!  You've never been a huge fan of Mexican food, but if Tyler wanted a taco, you were willing to take one for the team.  We headed over to El Maya by Winn-Dixie, and Tyler got upset because he said he didn't want a Winn-Dixie taco.  After we ate and headed home, we encountered a train.  The crossbars went down, and the longest train I'd ever seen proceeded to go by.  You and I were in the front seat, and we kept searching for the last car.  Mom and Tyler were in the back, and mom started counting cars after the train had been going by for a couple minutes.  We all really enjoyed that little moment, and it came to me this morning, so I wanted to write it down.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and it will just not be the same without you and your famous potato salad.  I'm not sure if you ever decided what your "secret ingredient" was going to be.  I think it was probably love.

I love you so much and miss you terribly!  I hope to see you again someday in Heaven!

Love,
Jen (aka - Pud Person)