Dear Dad.

Happy birthday dad.

It's been a little over six years since you passed away. I am sixteen now. I cannot believe how fast the time goes. Lydia will be eight in one month and Kyle will be six in just under three months.

I received your letters. On my sixteenth, I got the last letter. It's kind of bitter-sweet. In a way I would love to receive a letter every year for the rest of my life. But I know you couldn't do that and I cannot continue to live like this. By 'this' I mean, waiting every year for a letter from my dead dad. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh. Don't get me wrong, the letters were definitely the highlight of each year. But while my friends were planning birthday parties, I was too focused on receiving a letter from you. I love that you took the time to write them and a lot of planning must have gone into them. But like you said, I have to move on now.

Moving on will be hard. I've been trying for six years. I think it might be easier to move on now that you told me to in my last letter. I know it's what you want. I know you don't want me to hang around waiting for you to come back, because you are not coming back. I know that now.

I met someone. A girl. Her name is Spencer Eden and she is so beautiful. I know that we are young, but we are the same age as you and Mom when you got married. I'm not saying we are going to get married any time soon, but we have been together for a year now and I have never felt this way about anyone. She completes me. She makes everything easier. She is helping me move on.

I will never forget you Dad. I will always love you and I will always miss you. I won't let Lydia forget you and I will continue to tell Kyle about you. Even though he has never met you, he adores you. Mom is doing pretty good. She has her hands full with Lydia and Kyle, but I help her out a lot. She still hasn't found anyone else. I don't think she is quite ready yet. No one can ever replace you, but I just want Mom to be happy and if that means falling in love again, then so be it. I know you love Mom, but I also know the kind of man you are and I know it's what you would want too.

I want you to know that I am not, nor was I angry with you because you stopped the treatments. I remember the pain you went through, I remember how ill you got during treatments and you did it all for Lydia, Mom and me. You were a great man. I couldn't have asked for a better father to have raised me. You taught me most of what I know. I am so grateful for having you in my life. If I grow up to be half the man you were, then I know I have done good – you have done good.

I have to go now. I don't know where life will take me, but I hope I do you proud. I love you so much daddy.

Jamie.

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