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My Dad Was the Best, and He Always Will Be
My Dad was the best, and he always will be. No matter how much time passes, nothing can change the truth of that. He wasn’t perfect, but to me, he was everything—a steady hand, a guiding voice, and a heart full of quiet love that shaped me into who I am today. Even though he is no longer here with me, his presence continues to surround me in ways that words can only begin to capture. His love and his wisdom guide me every single day, sometimes in ways I don’t even realize until later.
I may not be able to see him or hold him anymore, and that absence is something I feel in the smallest, tenderest moments of life. There are days I long just to hear his voice or sit beside him in silence, knowing that in his company I was safe, seen, and understood. Life without him often feels like a puzzle with a missing piece—still whole, yet never complete.
And yet, though I cannot reach for his hand, I feel him in my heart. His memory is not fading with time; in fact, it grows stronger. Each story I remember, each lesson he taught me, and each moment of kindness he gave lives on inside me. His love wasn’t something temporary—it was an anchor, something eternal that continues to hold me steady through both calm and storm.
I carry his strength with me always. When I face challenges, I remember the way he never gave up, the way he taught me to stand tall even when life felt overwhelming. When I feel lost, I hear his wisdom in my mind, reminding me to keep going, to choose courage, to walk with integrity. In that sense, he is still guiding me, still fathering me, even from beyond.
I miss him more than words could ever express. That ache will always be there, a reminder of how deeply I loved and was loved. But in the middle of the grief, there is also gratitude—for the years we had, for the lessons he left behind, and for the unshakable truth that a part of him will live in me, forever. 💖
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