Time moves on, but my heart is still where you were. I miss you, Dad — always. ❤️
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No matter how much time passes, the emptiness remains. It doesn’t matter how many sunrises I’ve seen or how many seasons have changed since you left — the ache is still here, quiet but constant. Life moves forward because it has to, but a part of me is still frozen in the past, in those moments when you were still here. Sometimes it’s in the smallest details — the way the wind blows through the trees, the way a song plays on the radio, the way the house falls silent at night. All of it reminds me of what’s missing: you.
The house isn’t the same anymore. The walls hold echoes of your laughter, the rooms still feel like they’re waiting for you to walk through the door. Even though I know you’re gone, a part of me still listens for the sound of your voice, still hopes to hear your footsteps, still reaches for the comfort of your presence. The silence has grown louder, and the days have stretched longer, carrying a weight that never truly lifts.
There are moments when I catch myself wanting to tell you something — to share good news, to ask for advice, or simply to say “I love you.” But then reality hits, and the ache settles deeper. Losing you wasn’t just losing a person. It was losing the warmth, the safety, and the love that only a father can give. It’s losing that one steady place where I always felt I belonged.
People say time heals, but I’ve learned it doesn’t erase the pain — it only teaches you how to live around it. I’ve grown used to the quiet, but I’ll never stop missing your voice. I’ve learned to smile again, but part of my heart will always be elsewhere — with you.
I miss you, Dad. More than words will ever be able to say. I’ll carry your love with me through every day I walk this earth. And though the emptiness remains, so does the love — strong, deep, and forever a part of who I am. ❤️
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