12/11/2025
Christmas has a way of touching the softest places in our hearts — the corners where love and missing someone live together. And for those of us spending the season without our dad, everything feels just a little different. The lights sparkle, the music plays, the world is wrapped in celebration… yet inside, there’s that familiar quiet ache reminding us of everything we wish we could still tell him.
We miss the sound of his voice — the warmth in it, the calm in it, the way his laughter could change the whole mood of a room. We miss his smile, the one that made us feel safe no matter what was going on around us. And we miss the way he loved — steady, patient, strong enough that even now, long after he’s gone, we can feel that love like a hand still guiding us forward. Love like his never disappears; it becomes a part of our bones.
Grief doesn’t pause for the holidays. It shows up in the stillness — when the tree glows at night, when old memories drift in without warning, when we catch ourselves wishing we could pick up the phone and hear him again. But wrapped inside that grief is something beautiful: the reminder that what he gave us was real, deep, and irreplaceable.
So this Christmas, we send our love upward, just as he once sent his love down to us. Dad, we miss you. We love you. And we hope you feel these words like a prayer carried on winter air.
