Final Tribute to Daddy

Hello. As I stand here, I see friends and relatives that have come great distances to be here for my Dad. I am humbled and quite frankly impressed at how he must have touched your lives. I can only speak for myself, but when I think of how he touched my life, the first word that comes to mind is ADMIRATION.
The last time I stood to give a speech was probably one of father's proudest days, when I gave a speech that was meant to indicate the beginning of a new chapter in life. And now I'm here giving the only other speech I've given at the end of the biggest chapter of my life and I just hope that my father still feels that pride, because we're all so proud of him for the life he led and the man he was and will always be.
I had trouble at first, trying to put these words together, it seems almost so unfair to try and sum up any man's life, let alone one that was the center of my family's world, in such a small amount of time. I felt the sudden weight of what it means to be a son who has lost a father.
Daddy, I think you know how I feel. When I was lying next to your bed, your final hours, I accepted that you knew me. As a son, I held your hand and felt another male role model fall away, disappear. Your body stayed behind. I treated you with respect. I think you know that. I hope you do. Thats what I tried to do. I stayed with you, I slept next to you, and I laid down to die beside you. You didnt tell me that boys dont cry. I dont think I heard you once talk about crying. I did my crying in private.
Minutes after you died I needed a break. There was no sound coming out of you or me. The silence was emotional, we were not. But I took a break. I went out as I was ordered by the doctors. I cried, I wept and stopped. An abrupt violent end, only I knew it wasnt the end, maybe thats why I was crying to begin with.
You were accepting of death. You were ready. But you didnt want to go because you didnt think it was the right time. You were correct. It wasnt the right time. At just forty five years old, it wasnt over yet. But its cruel. You knew it. It was stolen time. Youd lived, youd worked, and you were ready to start the next part of your life with family. You were robbed of that. You were accepting in the end. I am still not. I dont know when I will be.
We’re going to be okay daddy. You raised us like you needed to. You set the foundation for the people we are to become. Everything we do is going to be for you and we want to make you proud till our very last breath; just like you did.
As I walk, Im running away from you, drying up the pain for a few hours, forgetting who you and I are now. As I walk, I live in memory. As I walk you are not dead, you have just gone to rest with the angels and Ill see you again. Thank you for being our heart,our world and our precious guardian angel. We will miss the source of our happiness. We will miss our inspiration. We will dearly miss you daddy.
Goodbye Daddy, Goodbye Manyun till we meet again.