Messages From Heaven 

This post was originally published on Reader’s Digest. Originally Titled “A Solitary Buck.”

 I pray each year he is happy and proud of his littlest girl who never got to know her daddy. 

On a warm day in January, I went to visit my father at the cemetery for his 72nd birthday. I sat on the clay mixed with grass next to his grave, lay a rose, and told him about me. I pray each year he is happy and proud of his littlest girl who never got to know her daddy. Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on my back and looked upward to see a deer in the middle of the cemetery, solitary and staring. My eyes wandered to his headstone where a buck is carved and I smiled a joyous smile. I knew he was alright. 

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