Today showing dad and dad still alive
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Today, I feel truly grateful — my dad is still here with us. Seeing him alive, breathing, and smiling fills my heart with a warmth that words can hardly express. Each moment I get to share with him feels like a precious gift, one that I hold close because I know how fragile life can be. His presence reminds me of strength, endurance, and the quiet beauty of love that never fades, no matter how much time passes.
As I sit beside him, I notice the small things — the way his eyes light up when he recognizes a familiar face, the soft grip of his hand holding mine, the faint smile that says more than words ever could. These are the moments that keep me grounded, that remind me of the deep bond between father and child. He may move slower now, his voice may tremble, but his spirit remains strong — a silent reminder of all he’s lived through and all he continues to give.
Today, I choose to celebrate not just his life, but his resilience. He has weathered countless storms, faced illness, weakness, and uncertainty, yet here he is — still fighting, still teaching me what true courage looks like. Every heartbeat, every breath he takes is a blessing that I thank God for.
So I hold onto this day tightly. I take pictures, I listen, I smile, because I know that each second matters. My dad is still alive, and that alone is reason enough to be thankful. His life continues to shine as a beacon of love and strength, reminding me that even in aging, there is grace, and even in frailty, there is power.
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