There isn’t a single day that passes without me wishing I could hear your voice again, Dad.
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There isn’t a single day that goes by without my heart aching to hear your voice again, Dad. The world continues to turn, people keep moving forward, but a part of me is still standing exactly where you left it — holding on to every memory, every word, every piece of you. Your absence isn’t something I can ever “get over.” It’s something I carry quietly, like a scar etched deep into my soul.
You were never just my father. You were my anchor, my safe place, the voice that could calm the storms inside me. You were my guide when I was lost and my strength when I didn’t have any left of my own. With you, the world felt steady. With you, everything made sense. Now, it feels quieter. Emptier. Different in a way that no one else can ever fully understand.
I miss the sound of your laughter — the way it could fill a room with warmth. I miss our little talks, the lessons you taught without even realizing how much they meant. I miss the way just one look from you could make me feel safe, like everything would be okay no matter what. Those moments were more precious than I ever knew. If only I could have one more conversation, one more hug, one more moment with you, I’d hold on and never let go.
Some people say time heals, but I’ve learned that time doesn’t erase the pain. It just teaches you how to live with it. It shows you how to carry love in silence, how to find strength in memories, and how to keep going with a piece of your heart missing.
If love alone could bring you back, you’d be here with me right now. But instead, I hold you close in a different way — in my heart, in my actions, in the way I try to live with the same love and strength you gave me. I’ll keep walking, Dad, with your love lighting my path. I’ll miss you always, and love you forever. 💙🌹
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