His smile reminds me so of yours. Warm, most welcoming, and contagious in countless ways. Gosh, I wish so much for another day to share a conversation with you about anything & everything. One more hug. To hear that laugh of yours fill the room. I would give anything to hear you call me your daughter.
Love carried us here tonight, and though we don't mention it, you're on our minds and buried in our hearts. I find a star in the sky, and whisper to you through the car window:
"I wish you were here for this..."
I find myself saying that a lot lately, because before everything made sense. Made sense to him - to me - and to our lives. Without you, something is missing and we all feel it. I miss coming over your house and you welcoming me with open arms. Your chair is empty, and knowing that you won't be home tonight scares me. Your home is with God now.
Will you still watch over them as you did before ? Please assure them they'll be alright, because I can't seem to find the words. Hold them and promise them all the things I cannot. Teach me how to love as you did, give me strength and courage to help your family through this. You're the closest I've had to a dad, hold me too. Teach me how to fly...
Rest in Peace John Philip Brochhausen
August 27th 1957 - June 5th 2008 <3
i am crying as i read this, tears of joy and sadness, i did not know the man well but he did touch my life too briefly. and i also didnt know what a sensitive , beautiful person you are danielle. art
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