Wish he still stronger right now
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I wish he was still stronger right now. Watching him sit in his chair, frail and worn, I can’t help but remember the man he once was—the one who carried the weight of the family, who stood tall with pride and strength. There was a time when nothing could shake him. His hands, once steady and firm, could fix anything, build anything, and hold us together through life’s storms. His voice carried authority, wisdom, and reassurance. Now, it trembles with weakness, sometimes fading altogether, and my heart aches with the difference.
Age and illness have taken their toll, stripping away the physical power he once had, but the spirit of who he is still flickers inside. I can see it in the stubborn way he tries to move on his own, refusing to fully surrender to the limitations of his body. There’s a quiet determination in his eyes, as if he wants to prove to himself—and to us—that he is still capable, still present, still the man we all look up to.
I know strength takes many forms. Though his body falters, his love has not. His presence still anchors the family. His laughter, when it comes, still fills the room with warmth. His stories, though sometimes fragmented, carry the echoes of a past we treasure. Perhaps strength isn’t only in muscles or movement. Perhaps real strength is in enduring, in holding on despite the pain, in showing us resilience even in weakness.
Yet still, I wish he was stronger right now. I wish the years had been kinder, that time had not worn him down. I wish I could see him rise up as he once did, standing tall, showing me the unwavering strength that made me believe nothing was impossible. But even as I wish for what once was, I hold onto what still is—a father, a man of courage, whose spirit continues to teach me about love, perseverance, and the kind of strength that time cannot erase.
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