Last night Zoya and I watched lots of videos of her and her daddy. I want her to remember as best she can. She would pause from watching and stand up and kiss the picture of daddy’s feet above our bed and say, I kissed Daddy. We were a kissing family and we’ve been kissing his photos since he died.
In her sleep, she kept saying “play with daddy.” I hope she got to in her dreams. Her daddy first met Jesus in his dreams. I hope she can play with her daddy in her dreams.