Dad, this is so much more than a pillow — it’s a piece of you that still lives in my hands
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Every time I hold it close, I can almost feel your arms around me again, that warmth and comfort I’ve missed so deeply. The soft fabric carries memories that words can’t fully express — memories of your laughter, your scent, and the feeling of safety that only your embrace could give. This isn’t just a pillow; it’s a bridge between then and now, between presence and memory, between loss and love that never fades.
I find myself running my fingers over the buttons you once fastened, and it’s as if time stands still. I remember the mornings you dressed for the day, your calm, steady movements, and your smile that always carried reassurance. Each thread sewn into this pillow tells a story — of the life you lived, of the care you gave, of the countless moments we shared. It brings comfort on the hardest nights, when the ache of missing you becomes too much to bear.
Sometimes, I hold it close just to breathe, to remind myself that your love didn’t end with goodbye. You may no longer be here in body, but you are woven into every part of who I am. The pillow reminds me that love can be felt in silence — in the fabric that once touched your skin, in the spaces where your memory lingers, and in the quiet strength that helps me move forward.
Your love was never just a fleeting emotion. It was a presence — a steady, unspoken promise that I was safe, that I was loved beyond measure. And even now, when I feel lost, that same love holds me together. Just as the text says, your love is stitched into the very fabric of my heart, and that’s where it will always stay.
This pillow is more than a keepsake; it’s a piece of your soul that continues to comfort mine. Every hug I give it is a conversation between my heart and yours — a reminder that though distance separates us, love keeps us forever close. 💔🕯️
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