Dearest Papa Joe,
How are you?
Is it fun being in heaven?
I just want to know (I am not in a hurry to go).
Today is special.
It’s your 65th birthday, your third up there.
Are the angels throwing you a party?
Papu, I am going to visit your grave before dawn.
But my heart breaks, knowing that I could no longer hug you as the sun rises.
I am going to prepare your favorite dishes in the evening.
But my soul cries, knowing I could no longer hear your bursts of laughter over dinner.
Even so, I celebrate, we celebrate.
We celebrate because you were given to us.
We celebrate because you are alive in our hearts.
I really hope that God will allow you to read this letter.
I pray that He will whisper how much we love you!
God knows that I miss you so much, dear Papa.
Enjoy eternity in God’s presence.
Your grateful daughter,