No matter what religion you are or what beliefs you were brought up on, most people believe in a Angels. I never grew up with any particular religion, but after my dad passed away, I realized angels do exist, and I have one watching over me every day. I miss him everyday, and there's so much more that I've wanted to say to him:

My dad loved growing his own vegetables - he was a great chef. I remember him giving me a taste of his mint plant, and when I spit it out and told him I hated it. But now, I love mint. I used to say "it's like he's still here", but now I say "he's still here". There are so many times I've felt this inexplicable feeling of comfort during times I've needed it most. Recently, I graduated high school, and as I walked onto stage and heard my family cheering in the distance, I felt this overwhelming warmth around me, like an embrace. I knew it was my dad congratulating me.

Despite him being gone, I know in so many ways he is still here. He raised me still - and I'd like to thank him for tucking me in at night when the monsters were too scary, and I want to thank him for protecting me from the monsters that couldn't be found under beds or in closets. I want to tell him I love him, for the dad he was, and for the dad he still is - a parent's love is not one that can be broken, even from the other side.

I will always be daddy's little girl, no matter what "world" we are in. He was the light of my life when he was here, and now he's a star in the sky, always there, always watching. I love him, so very much.

And to everyone with their own guardian angel - never forget that they are there, and they love you and miss you, too.

I love you always, dad.