Sandra Cecilia died 01.06.2007, in a freak car accident she was driving, she was my daughter.
Parents aren't supposed to see their children go, it is not the way it should be.
Our children are supposed to take care of us on our older days, when disoriented we can't find our bearings and they use love to gently herd us into the security of their fold.
Can’t believe that two years had already passed by.
She wasn't only my daughter, she was my friend and the one I got in trouble with when plucking neighbor's apples.
Born in the year 1963.
She was my little pal.

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Someone said that you couldn’t
possible lose a thing you never had,
but that in the end certainly will
the most precious thing in you life,
because fate will take all of it away
if “it” was the cause of your smile.

I know that all fathers without knowing
chose a favorite among, his little pal,
despite your shaking heads and disapproval
when saying “It’s not right…it’s not right…
…to chose among the children’s flock
and pick of them a preferred one”.

But you see, remembering Sandra Cecilia
shining mischievous eyes is all I ever had,
to help me through a typhoon in China’s sea
or in muddy fox-holes in monsoon Vietnam;
when searching for comfort in a solitary world
I wrote my children’s names…in the sand.

…yet, from now on, despite how much love
to the other children a father may have,
the emptiness will be there, because it will
be not more of her shinning mischievous eyes
that could share an all funny little secret
between a father…and his Little Pal.