How to sing. How to laugh. How to enjoy all these things. He wasn’t just my Daddy and I wasn’t just his little girl, we were friends. I feel so connected to him that even though he’s gone, he’s still with me. He’s in my heart, and he’ll never leave. And I know I’m still in his. I know because he took part of me with him. I know I’ll never be the same. But I’ll always look to my friends for support. My friends are the ones getting me through this. Not my mom, not my stepfather, not my grandpa, my friends. I know I can always count on them. And if it means them dropping everything they do to call me or talk to me, I know they’ll do it. They mean so much to me. And even though I don’t think they’ll ever really understand me like my Daddy did, I know they’ll try.
Let me come in where you are weeping, friend,
And let me take your hand.
I, who have known a sorrow such as yours, can understand
Let me come in – I would be very still beside you in your grief
I would not bid you cease your weeping, friend,
Tears bring relief, let me come in and hold your hand
For I have known such a sorrow as yours, and I understand.
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