Dear Dad 2025

It’s another Father’s Day without you here with us. Man, do I miss getting to see you, talk with you, and just getting a hug from you. You’re not thought of any less in your physical absence—instead, you live in my heart and thoughts more than ever before.

They say, “Hindsight is always 20/20.” In real time, I couldn’t fully grasp how much you meant to me. I didn’t realize how deeply you molded and shaped me. But now, more than ever, I see how blessed I am to be called your son.

Looking back, I see what a godly man you always sought to be. You did your absolute best and trusted God with the rest. I could talk for hours about the ways you’ve blessed my life.

Thank you for being married to Mom for 50 years. Thank you for setting such a Christlike example for us to follow. Thank you for always being there whenever we needed you. Thank you for all your prayers—prayers that God is still answering today. Thank you for living your life for Christ and encouraging us to do the same.

Your DNA runs deeply through my veins. You taught me to do what’s right, no matter who’s watching. You taught me to stay faithful, even when things get tough. You taught me to reach the lost with the hope of Christ. You taught me how to be a responsible, godly man. You taught me that prayer and persistent faith can carry me through anything.

You may have gotten into Heaven before me, but you’ve never left my heart or my life. I thank God for you daily and for the time He loaned you to us. I remember your words, your faithfulness, and your love every single day. I can only hope to leave this earth as faithfully as you did.

I love you, Dad, with all my heart. I miss you deeply, but I’m so thankful you’re no longer battling that awful cancer. I will make sure your life’s impact on me is never forgotten or wasted.

I treasure the memories we made—those now etched in black and white. And I look forward to the future we’ll share together in eternal paradise. Keep enjoying Heaven, and I’ll see you later.

Love,
Your very grateful son