Hey Dad,
I hope you're somewhere peaceful, somewhere beyond what my eyes can see but close enough for me to feel. I wonder if you’re watching over me, catching all the little moments—like when I laugh at something stupid, when I hit a small win, or when I completely fall apart. I like to think that maybe you see it all. Maybe you still look out for me in your own way.
Some days, I feel okay. I smile when I think of you, remembering your voice, your jokes, the way you made everything feel a little safer. But then there are days when it hits differently—like a wave I wasn’t ready for. A song, a smell, or even just the silence can bring me right back to missing you all over again.
I still talk to you in my head, like you never really left. I tell you about my day, my worries, my hopes—sometimes just hoping, somehow, you hear me. And if you do, I just want you to know this: I love you. I miss you. And no matter how much time passes, I’ll always carry you with me.
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