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dear dad

i was in bed last night thinking about my dad. i thought it would be cute to write him a letter.

dear dad,
it is december 21...and cold as shit outside. i miss having another person around that refuses to fully embrace winter...open toes shoes, capri pants...yep, i am rocking it. noone understands quite like you...haha.

its the perfect time of year for you and i to grab venti coffees from starbucks and blueberry muffins and sit and chat about everything. i miss our political conversations (god, i always felt so smart being able to talk to you about real life things...i felt so powerful debating with you), read the NY times, talk about boys, read the comics, share life stories, tell you all about the boys i love, like or hate...go shopping-ish, go running, and just sit and talk to you. (haha, i just noticed how i mentioned boys twice...HAHA!!!).

i wish i could watch you open my christmas presents this year...and spoil you with snickers bars and peanut M&Ms. id love to get a glass of wine with you...and go for an after dinner walk. i want to huff and puff my way through a run with you, and maybe even plan our next half-marathon. i want to do errands with you and blast the backstreet boys...you were ALWAYS such a sport. we could have more of our father-daughter movie date nights. god, i loved those.

there is so much more i want to write to you. i have more respect and honor in you being my dad, friend, hero and idol than you will ever know. your life was taken WAYYYY before your time. you are my so much of my heart, strength, and zest for life. i hope i continue to make you proud and live life in your honor. i love you. i am so proud to be a kelley...thank you for everything you have done for me, and all that you continue to do. xoxo

ps...i hope you and your dad are up there getting a kick out of us trying to live our lives the best we can. i hope we bring a smile to your face everyday. i hope you are still running, still laughing, still working your ass off...basically, doing all the things you love. i hope youre eating lasagna, french fries and grilled cheeses. i hope youre drinking wine, and having fun. i hope you miss us. i hope you are proud of what you see. i hope youre warm, happy, and healthy. i hope you have everything you deserve. i want you back. we all do. we will never be the same. we will always be a bit empty. i hope all my chatting to you and praying isnt annoying (haha ;))...i hope you know how much we miss you and how much we love you. youre the best dad...i hope you see us and feel us everyday :) i hope.

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Drew said…
he does...don't worry

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