Dad, I thought we’d have more time… more chances to say I love you. 💔 If I had one more day, I’d hold you tighter and never let go. Forever missing you. 🤍
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Dad, I used to take your presence for granted. I thought there would always be another tomorrow, another chance to say “I love you,” another moment to sit beside you in the quiet and simply feel safe. I thought there would always be more time to share stories, laugh at old memories, or show you that everything I’ve become is because of you. But time, as I’ve learned, is not as endless as we imagine. It is fragile, fleeting, and sometimes unbearably cruel. It slipped through my hands too quickly, and now I’m left with the ache of all the words I didn’t say, all the embraces I thought could wait for another day.
Regret has a way of settling deep in the heart. It whispers in the quiet hours, asking “what if” and replaying moments I should have held onto longer. I think back to all the times I could have lingered in conversation, asked you more questions, or simply looked at you a little longer. I thought I had time — but time, I see now, is a gift we never know the measure of. And I didn’t realize that until it was too late.
Now, if I had one more chance — even just one more day, one more hour — I would do everything differently. I would hold you tighter, never letting go too soon. I would listen to every word, knowing how precious they are. I would fill the space between us with love so clear and unshakable that there would be no room for doubt, no silence left heavy with words unsaid.
But since I can’t go back, I carry this lesson forward. I carry you in my heart and in every choice I make. I try to live in a way that honors you, that makes up for the “I love yous” I didn’t say enough and the gratitude I didn’t express often enough. My regret may weigh heavy, but so does my love — and that love is eternal. You may be gone from this world, Dad, but I will keep loving you with every breath I have left.
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