Always By My Side… Even in His Absence

For my Dad… ❤️
She often sits on the old bench in the park where they used to stroll together. A gentle wind rustles the branches, and she almost hears his laughter. He always joked in moments like these, sharing tales from his youth and teaching her to see beauty in little things.
Dad has long been gone, but every step, every choice, every smile of her children carries his presence. Some might say she lives in the past. But that isn’t true.
She lives by the love that time hasn’t erased and the grief she refuses to bury. She doesn’t seek to forget—she knows some absences never fade. Instead, she learns to live alongside the pain, carrying it like a precious stone deep in her heart.
When night falls and silence wraps around her, she closes her eyes and hears his voice—so familiar, the same one that once read her bedtime stories and taught her not to fear the dark. That quiet conversation still lingers.
Because some bonds outlast even death. And some love is too deep for eternity to erase 👨‍👧.