Heather Fuller
Oh Dad, how lucky you are to be in Heaven and not here where there is such chaos in the world. Bitterness, rage, hatred spewing from people's mouths every day, I have to hear it at work. Outbursts and near fights happening outside the pharmacy. Humanity is in such discord right now. Stems from the Pandemic and all the turmoil from it. Loss of jobs, loss of life, loss of happiness and love for one another. Selfishness and survival are the ques people live by it seems. I suppose the end of mankind described in the Bible begins in such a way. It's just going to get worse, if these are the end times. I welcome Jesus coming! Please rid us of all this disaster. At some point will come the point of no return. So, bless you Dad that you are in a better place. Love and miss you after all this time. We weren't in good contact before you passed, but I miss being able to call you and hear your voice. You always sounded excited and surprised to hear my voice on the phone. It was cute and touching. I'm sorry for the manner that you passed, that you were alone. That is the worst way to pass. I hope there wasn't pain and I hope someone from the family from heaven came to greet and help you. For peace and comfort. I hope it was your mom or your brother. Venessa and I like to reminisce about our dad's and we were talking about you yesterday. You must be with me. I still have regrets and hard to talk and think about some things about your passing and how we were at the end. You know how I feel and I know you probably feel pain in my remorse, that you hold nothing against me and I am the one punishing myself. Truth hurts sometimes and I have never been one to shy away or deny it even if it hurts. Shine your love on me so that I may know even the slightest bit of peace of that grand peace and harmony that surrounds you in heaven. Love, Heather
