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a    d a u g h t e r ' s    t r i b u t e> 9/2017

a   c o n n e c t i o n   6/2018


w r i t i n g s   b y   s a y a n   b e c k e r


a   c o n n e c t i o n

I am a daughter to a father with wings and a guitar.

I am a daughter who felt a connection whether he be present or afar.

A bond so strong I couldn't escape if I wanted to.

But I never did.

Why would I?



He was my rock.

He was the person I ran to when anything significant arose.

I needed the guidance. I needed the protection.

I needed to hear the warmth of his voice, to assure me that I'm doing the right thing.


I needed to hear the excitement in his voice, to assure me that I'm going in the right direction.

It's that sound of his voice that eases my heart and puts everything around me at a stand-still.

He was the man with all the answers.

A man who's reactions lie fresh in my mind, whether he be far or away or -- as in this case -- in another dimension.

He's an unforgettable human being.

I now believe it to be true that a father's and daughter's bond is an unbreakable one.


I love you dad.


I'm still listening.

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