Dear Dad,
I grew up only knowing stories about you that my mom would allow me to know.
My fondest memory of you is age 4 years old, sitting at a diner in Drayton Valley. Not much else. Just knowing that I'll never have my dad to hug me, is hard to get over. But I'm tough. I can feel your soul near me. I know my daughter has your kind eyes and smile just like I do. I know the day we get to meet in that afterlife will be amazing. I forgive you for everything you've done, and not. I am going to visit your grave very soon, and really am hoping to feel you that day.
Love your daughter.
Leanne.
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Leanne Huebschwerlen(Bossert)