I keep you alive in every breath, Father, Because silence without you feels unbearable
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I keep you alive in every breath, Father, because silence without you feels unbearable. Every inhale carries your memory, every exhale whispers your name. Even though you are no longer here physically, I refuse to let you fade into silence. Your presence lingers in the smallest things—in the way the morning light filters through the curtains, in the quiet hum of the world before it fully wakes, in the echoes of your laughter that still ring in the corners of my heart.
There are moments when the silence is so heavy it feels like it could crush me. That is when I speak to you, Father—not aloud, but in the quiet spaces of my soul. I tell you about my day, about the struggles I face, and the little victories you would have celebrated with me. I hear your advice not as sound, but as memory etched so deeply that it rises when I need it most. In those moments, I realize you are not truly gone—you live on in me, in the lessons you taught, in the strength you instilled, and in the love you gave so generously.
I keep you alive by remembering the way your hand felt when it rested on my shoulder, steady and reassuring. I keep you alive by carrying forward your values—kindness, humility, and resilience. I keep you alive when I laugh at the same kind of jokes that once made you smile, when I listen to the music you loved, when I prepare the meals you enjoyed. Every act, however small, becomes a way of honoring you, of keeping you close.
The silence of your absence could have swallowed me whole, but instead, I fill it with you. I breathe you in, Father, because you are the air of my memory, the oxygen of my spirit. And though I miss you with a pain that words can never fully hold, I will keep you alive in every breath, until the day we meet again.
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