Dad, I still feel your absence like a quiet ache that never leaves.
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Dad, I still feel your absence like a quiet ache that never leaves. It’s not loud or overwhelming all the time—it’s something softer, deeper, almost woven into the rhythm of my days. Some mornings I wake up and for just a second I forget, only to be reminded all over again that you’re not here. Other times it’s in the middle of ordinary moments—hearing a song you loved, catching a phrase you used to say, or seeing someone who moves a little like you—that the ache rises to the surface.
I miss your voice, the way it carried calm even in chaos. I miss your laughter, your advice, your steady presence that always made me feel safe. You had a way of making everything seem a little lighter, a little easier, just by being there. And now that you’re gone, I realize how much I leaned on that without even knowing it.
But even in the ache, there is gratitude. I carry the lessons you taught me, the values you lived by, and the love you gave so freely. They are my compass on the days when I feel lost, and they remind me that your presence is still here—just in a different way.
I wish I could have one more conversation, one more hug, one more ordinary day with you. But since I can’t, I’ll hold on to the memories, and I’ll carry you with me in everything I do. Dad, you may be gone, but your love is forever stitched into my heart. ❤️
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