Why I love Starry Nights

My dad passed away when I was four and a half (half years were a big deal at that age!). I have missed him for as long as I can remember. Now, I know I miss the idea of what it would have been like had he beat the cancer and never had heart issues. Would I have been a major daddy's girl? Would he have approved of my grades? How would him still being alive affect my life today?

I have this memory of us. I'm not sure if it's an actual memory, or one I've created from hearing the story, but any who:
It's night time. It's warmer out. Him and I are standing on the back porch together. He explains to me that one day he may no longer be with us
. That he will become an angel and be watching over the whole family. He will become a star in the sky. So every night I should go outside and finding the twinkling star. That would be him.

I remember doing that once he passed. There would be something so disappointing on the cloudy nights, when I couldn't see the stars.

Now, on the starry nights, this sense of peace washes over me. I smile up and look for all the twinkling stars.

So thank you Dad.
Thank you for preparing me for this huge heartache. Because of you, on these beautiful starry nights, I can breathe a little. I know that you, Len, Debi, and Arianna are all ok. That you'l all be twinkling for me.

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