ED , I wish for just one more moment, one more conversation, one more time to hear you say my name. Until then, I’ll keep calling, hoping that somehow, somewhere, you can still hear me, Dad.
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ED, I wish for just one more moment, one more conversation, one more time to hear you say my name. The ache of that longing sits heavy in my chest, a constant reminder of how much you meant to me and how deeply I miss you now. If only I could turn back time, even for a heartbeat, just to sit beside you, to look into your eyes, and to feel the warmth of your voice wrapping around me like it always did. Those little things that once felt so ordinary—your laugh, your words, your gentle presence—now feel like treasures I didn’t know how rare they were until they were gone. There are days when I still reach out, hoping you’re somehow near. In quiet moments, I whisper your name into the silence, wishing it could bridge the gap between this world and wherever you are now. I wonder if you can hear me, if my words find their way to you like prayers carried on the wind. In my heart, I hold conversations with you, answering my own questions with the wisdom you left behind. Your voice still echoes in my memories, guiding me, comforting me, even though I cannot physically hear it anymore. I carry you with me in everything I do—in the choices I make, the values I hold, the love I try to give. Your influence hasn’t faded; it has become a part of me, living quietly inside. Still, nothing replaces the yearning for one more moment, one more chance to say all the things left unsaid. Until that day comes, I will keep calling your name, Dad, hoping that somehow, somewhere, you can still hear me and know how much you are loved, missed, and remembered. You were, and always will be, my heart’s greatest gift.
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