For My Dad… ❤️
She often sits on the old park bench where they used to stroll together. A soft breeze rustles through the branches, and she imagines hearing her father’s laughter. He always cracked jokes in moments like these, sharing stories from his youth and teaching her to find beauty in small things.
Dad has long been gone, yet every step, every choice, every smile of her children carries traces of his presence. Some might say she lives in the past. But that isn’t true.
She lives with the love that time could not erase and the grief she refuses to bury. She doesn’t seek escape, because she knows—some absences never fade. Instead, she learns to live beside the loss, carrying it like a precious stone deep within her heart.
When night falls and the world grows quiet, she closes her eyes and hears that voice, so familiar, the one that once read her bedtime stories and taught her not to fear the dark. And this quiet conversation still lingers.
Because some bonds are stronger than death. And some love can never be erased, not even by eternity 👨👧.
Always Close… Even in His Absence
