This page takes awhile to load. If it doesn't download completely, please hit the reload button. Thanks and sorry for the inconvenience.

Come on Dad!
~Author Unknown~

The sunís shining, not a cloud to be seen,
a day made in heaven, isnít it keen?
Wow, can you believe such a glorious sight,
a dream come true, a fantasy delight!

Dad! Hey Dad! Somethings not right,
momís in her room crying. Did you have a fight?
No one is laughing or having any fun.
Dad, whatís wrong? Is it something Iíve done?

Come on Dad, this is your day.
Get up, get going; come on and play.
Why are you sitting and staring at space?
Have you forgotten?
Is this our same place?

Iím here Dad!
Canít you see Iím right here?
Iím here in your heart;
Isnít that clear?

Iím here in your thoughts and all that you do;
Iíve never been gone from any of you.
Our love lives forever. It wonít go away.
Thatís why weíll always share this special day.

Put on a smile, not an ugly ole frown.
Come on Dad - donít let me down.
Enjoy your day, share it with me.
Laugh and love our whole family.

Iím here Dad,
like Iíll always be;
come on Dad, do it!
Do it for ME!

Happy Fatherís Day
from your Daughters
~Author Unknown~

Today is Fatherís Day, Dad,
This is your special day.
I realize this is hard for you.
Since your daughter went away.

Today should be a happy day
For fathers both far and near,
But for you itís not that way
Because not everyone is here.

Along with the joy you feel,
Because you are a Dad,
Comes the hurt you have
For the daughter you once had.

The rest of us kids realize
That Louise is on your mind.
The card looks so strange
Without her name signed.

We all miss her a lot, and
We really hurt for you.
Even though she is gone now
Her Dad is still you.

Although she canít tell you,
The rest of us can,
ďHappy Fatherís Day, Dad.Ē
We DO understand.

To Our Father Louie
In Loving Remembrance of Our Sister
Louise Antoinette Torres
June 18, 1980 ~ November 25, 1993
Love Always, your other Daughters:
Michelle, Rochelle, Marina and Brianna

(slightly revised adding Louise's name)

The following was written one month after Louiseís death and submitted to a sports magazine by Louiseís Father.
I thought this would be appropriate to put here for ďFatherís DayĒ, to share...

In Loving Memory of a Special Daughter
Louise Antoinette Torres
June 18, 1980 ~ November 25, 1993

Iíve been jet skiing for about 5 years now and am the owner of a 1988 550 and a 1987 X2. I am married and the father of Five Wonderful Daughters:
Louise, Michelle, Rochelle, Marina and Brianna. My oldest Daughter, Louise (13-1/2 years old), loved to jet ski with me.
My family and I would go up to Silverwood Lake (San Bernardino Mountains, CA) and jet ski the whole day.

Iíve enclosed an essay that Louise wrote several months ago for school. I remember the first time she really got to open up the 550.
She was like a bird set free! I was chasing her half way around the lake telling her to slow down. This was her first summer really jet skiing
and she loved it so much! Louise passed away November 25, 1993--Thanksgiving morning (she was born with a heart defect). I know she is in Heaven,
but I hope thereís jet skiing in Heaven because she loved it so much. Boy, itís going to be hard going back to the lake without her...I miss her so much.

Louiseís Dad, Louie A. Torres, 12/29/93

* Louiseís Essay *

I love to jet ski. Itís better than any other sport or hobby.
Only because you, the rider, controls it.
It is a totally different feeling.
As you ride along the water, jumping the waves,
it gives you a sense of wildness.

It makes me feel good knowing you canít really get hurt.
Sometimes I do tricks on the jet ski like turning over backwards and spraying people.
But Iím not yet brave enough to actually stand up and zoom away.
It sometimes calms me down when I ride along,
water and sunshine smacking my face,
but sometimes Iím afraid that a fish might want a ride and jump in.

Whenever my Dad takes me up to Silverwood Lake to jet ski,
my face just gleams like a sun
because it just feels good to ride along the lake
thinking thoughts of one day becoming a professional Jet Skier...NOT!
Itís just a hobby that I really enjoy!

Louise Torres May 19, 1993


Your tears flow within your heart,
Mine flow down my cheeks.
Your anger lies within thoughts and movements,
Mine gallops forward for all to see.
Your despair shows in your now dull eyes,
Mine shows in line after written line.
You grieve over the death of your child,
I grieve over the death of my baby.
But we are still the same, still one.
Only we grieve different times, over different
memories, and at different lengths.
Yet we are both realizing the loss of our child.

NOTE TO YOU, MY HUSBAND: Just wanted you to know how much I truly love
and thank you for being the SPECIAL HUSBAND and
FATHER that you are...Thank YOU for the FIVE reasons you have given me
to 'go on' after going through the most tragic loss any one can ever go through.
I love you from the bottom of my aching heart. Always & Forever!

By: Bob Carlisle

There's two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from Heaven,
and she's Daddy's Little Girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
she talks to Jesus and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all of the Joy in my Life,
But most of all, for...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning. And Butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet Sixteen Today.
She's looking like her Momma a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make up, from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings out in a great big world,
But I remember...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, but
if you don't mind, I'm going to kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong, I must have
done something right. To deserve her love every morning.
And Butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious time like the wind,
the years go by precious butterfly spread your
wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise, and I'll give her away.
Standing in the Bride room just staring at her,
she asked me what I'm thinking, and I said "I'm not sure,
I just feel like I'm losing my Baby Girl."
Then she leaned over...and gave me...Butterfly kisses,
with her Momma there, sticking little white flowers
all up in her hair "walk me down the aisle Daddy, it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty Daddy?" "Daddy don't cry"

With all that I've done wrong, I must have done something right
to deserve her love every morning, and Butterfly kisses.
I couldn't ask God for more, Man, this is what
Love is, I know I've gotta let her go, but I'll
always remember...

Every Hug in the morning and Butterfly kisses....


As a new year is here, it reminds me of this old saying.
We as Bereaved Parents should embrace this saying or should we?
Our dreams for tomorrow were shattered
when our precious child left.
So that makes it very hard to live for today.
As time goes by, the memories we cherished yesterday seem to be
drifting further and further away. Our friends and family seem to be
mentioning our child less and less.
Could it be the author of this saying/proverb was NOT a bereaved
parent? Humm, could be! I got two words for this saying "bull crap!"
Or is that one word?
Do you detect a little anger in me? As a Bereaved Dad, sometimes I
do get a little angry. Well maybe that will change over time,
I don't know.
One thing I do know is that I think of my Daughter Louise everyday
and the pain and sadness just breaks my heart. As time goes by,
I miss her more and more.
Until we meet again Louise . . . I LOVE YOU!

Louise's Dad
Written January 1999

This webpage is created In Loving Memory of
~ Our Daughter ~
Louise Antoinette Torres
For Her Daglinroo's
Louie Anthony Torres©
on June 14, 2002
Copyright© 2002 - 2012Rosemary L. Torres
Changes last made March 15, 2012