Daddys Girl

I was always a daddy's girl ... Even after I was grown with a daughter of my own, my dad was always there for me.  He believed in me and encouraged me to   take chances and to step outside of the Box.
He loved me unconditionally and
when he died a part of me died also
He was my hero and now he was gone.

But when the wind blows through the trees, I feel him right next to me.  
Sometimes he meets me in my dreams, and i feel him kiss my forehead before he leaves.  When I wake I can smell his  cologne lingering in the room, and I know I'm the luckiest girl alive to have been my Daddys girl.