A Letter

I can't sleep. I am trying to write a letter to Daddy. I have no words. I want to tell him how much he meant to me, how much I loved him, how much I hurt right now, but I'm sitting in his rocking chair with my paper & pen but no hand moving across the page. I don't know how to start the very last letter I'll ever write to him. The funeral director told us when we met with him that if we wanted to write a letter to him or have the girls draw a picture, that it would go with him on Friday. I want to do this, but now that I'm sitting down to write, I don't know what to say. I have 35 yrs worth of things to tell him and can't begin to put the words on the paper. I feel like nothing I say will be enough. What do I say to the man that was the best man I've ever known? He raised me. He was the first man I ever loved. He was my father, provider, care taker, my friend, a role model, an encourager, and so much more. But putting that into words right now is difficult. I feel like it shouldn't be, but it is. He truly was the best man I've ever known. He was always there for me no matter what. He was always happy, always smiling and was always optimistic. He always looked at the positive. I am very thankful for him and feel blessed to be his daughter. His character was an example to me that I will keep with me for the rest of my life.