For My Dad… ❤️
She often sits on the old park bench where they used to walk together. A gentle breeze rustles the branches, and she imagines she can hear her father’s laughter. He always joked at times like these, sharing stories from his youth and teaching her to find beauty in the smallest things.
Her dad hasn’t been beside her for a long time, yet every step, every choice, every smile from her children carries his presence. Some might say she lives in the past. But that’s not true.
She lives by a love that time hasn’t erased, carrying the ache of loss that hasn’t faded. She doesn’t seek to forget, because she knows—some absences never leave. Instead, she learns to live alongside them, holding them like a precious stone deep within her heart.
When night falls and silence wraps around her, she closes her eyes and hears that familiar voice—the one that once read her fairy tales and taught her not to fear the dark. And that quiet conversation still lingers.
Because some bonds are stronger than death. And some love endures beyond eternity 👨👧.
🌿 “Dad by My Side… Even When He’s Not
