Spring 1998
I woke up this morning in a place of sadness. She came to me in my sleep, to remind me of how much fun we had together when she was a little girl.
Being a father gave me the chance to be a child again and to see the world as the amazing and wonderful place she saw it as.
Being a father let me experience the world as a child once more. I could be a little boy once again; I could feel once more my true self and remember the wonder I had, the plans in my head for the life I wanted to live.
A child can hold a simple toy and imagine an entire world around it.
Rehtaeh gave that wonderful playfulness back to me.
Being her father was the great joy of my life.
I loved being a dad.



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