Unfading Love

19/09/2025

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18/09/2025

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18/09/2025

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18/09/2025

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17/09/2025

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17/09/2025

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17/09/2025

Every Morning Without You, Dad

Every morning, I wake wishing I could hear your voice,
feel your hug,
or simply sit beside you in our quiet comfort.

Life feels emptier without your laughter,
your wisdom,
and the steady strength you carried so effortlessly.

I still catch myself asking,
“What would Dad say if he were here?”
Your absence has left a space no one else can fill.

I carry you in my heart every single day.
And I hope—wherever you are—
you know how deeply you are loved,
how fiercely you are missed. ❤️Not a day goes by without missing you, Dad.

17/09/2025

You Are My Life, Dad

You are my life, Dad.
No matter how many years go by, you remain the center of my heart.
You were my guide, my strength, my comfort.
Everything I am today is because of your love, your lessons, your sacrifices.

Life without you will never feel complete,
But I carry you with me in every step I take.
You’re not just a part of my past—
You are my forever. ❤️

15/09/2025

14/09/2025

🎸🔥 Mick Jagger at 82: Still Legendary, Just With Lunchboxes Now

Imagine this: You’re 82. Your knees crack when you sit, your back talks to you when it rains… but you’re still rocking stadiums while your 8-year-old son waves wildly from the VIP section with a juice box in hand.

That’s Mick Jagger.

He’s not just living history — he is history. The man didn’t just witness the British Invasion… he led it. While others his age are tending roses, Mick is still commanding encores. And then heading home to help with homework and bedtime stories.

👦📚 One moment: stage smoke, roaring fans, a guitar solo that could melt paint.
The next: “Dad, can you help me spell ‘tyrannosaurus’?”

And he does. Because he’s not just the Mick Jagger.
He’s also Dad.

It’s like the universe put glitter and crayons in the same bag — and somehow, it works.

Because real legends don’t fade.
They just swap leather pants for Lego sets… and keep on dancing. 💃🕺

Rock on, Sir Mick.
Still rolling. Still roaring. Still raising rockstars — one school run at a time.

13/09/2025

I welcomed my father into my home without warning.

One afternoon, he arrived with a small suitcase — inside were a few pairs of socks, a well-worn flannel shirt, a sweater, and his favorite blanket. Tucked in beside them, a pair of slippers embroidered with “Proud Grandpa” — a treasured gift from my children.

For the past month, this gentle 90-year-old man has shared my space. His silver hair is always neatly combed. He moves slowly, shuffling through the house in his wool socks and slippers. At every doorway, he pauses, as if crossing invisible thresholds only he can see.

He chuckles at the cat, murmurs to the ghosts of yesterday, and shares their stories with me — fragments of memory, tender and bittersweet. His voice is softer now, his movements more careful, and his need for rest comes often. He delights in the candies I place on his nightstand, sips coffee with trembling hands, and often glances at his weathered fingers — gently checking that his old watch is still there.

The man who once stood strong and steady, the father I admired for his quiet strength, has placed his trust fully in me. When I walk through the door, the relief on his face is unmistakable. I am his safe place now.

So, I bake bread again, like I did when my children were little. I keep a jar of honey on the counter, just the way he likes it. At first, the shift in roles felt unfamiliar — he had spent five years living alone after Mom passed, fiercely guarding his independence. But time has softened us both.

Now, I feel only love. A deep, abiding love that finds comfort in warm blankets, shared laughter, and small rituals. His presence is a gift, a second chance to cherish the man who raised me.

In caring for him, I’ve gained a son who is 90 years old.

And I am grateful — every single day — for the honor of walking him home.

Stay with me as long as you can, Dad. Thank you for being mine. ❤️