In Their Arms

08/17/2025

I still talk to you, Dad…
When the night is quiet and the stars refuse to hide,
I whisper your name into the silence,
Hoping the heavens bend low enough to carry it back.

Your absence is a wound that never learned to heal,
Yet your presence is everywhere—
In the hush of the wind, in the trembling of leaves,
In the fragile strength I find when the world feels heavy.

They say time softens grief,
But time has only taught me how to carry it.
You are not gone, not really—
You’re the echo in my prayers,
The anchor in my storms,
The reason I still lift my eyes to the sky
And believe in something greater.

08/17/2025

Dad
You are the most beautiful memory I carry with me—
a piece of yesterday that still lights my today,
a love that time can’t erase,
a presence I feel even in your absence.

08/17/2025

My Dad

You were my safe place, my protector, my hero—
the one who carried my worries quietly,
never letting me see the weight you bore.
To me, you were strength, you were home,
and now you are my Guardian Angel.

I cannot see you with my eyes,
but I feel you in the steady rhythm of my heartbeat.
I sense you in the hush of quiet nights,
in the stillness that wraps around me,
in the hidden strength you left behind.

This rose is for you, Dad—
it carries the words I never spoke,
the love I never said enough,
the gratitude that lingers in every breath I take.

I miss you more deeply than words can carry.
With each step I take in this world without you,
I hold you close in my heart.
Always. Forever.

08/17/2025

Hey Dad,

It’s me again…
I went to your grave today.
The wind was still, yet inside me, everything was breaking.
I stood there for so long,
waiting for a sign,
waiting for your voice to somehow rise through the silence.

A red bird landed on your stone,
and for a moment, I let myself believe it was you—
watching me, reminding me I’m not alone.

I carry so many words inside me,
things I never said,
things I thought I’d always have time to share.
Now they echo only in my heart,
and the hardest part is knowing they’ll never reach you.

I miss you, Dad.
With every breath I take, with every tear I try to hide.
Life goes on around me,
but without you, it feels incomplete—
a story missing its most important chapter.

08/16/2025

There are moments I still hold onto, Dad.

I replay them in my mind like old film—
walking beside you,
my small hand tucked safely into yours.
No words were needed.
Your presence was enough to make the world feel steady,
to make me believe nothing could ever harm me.

I never understood back then
how precious those simple moments were.
I never knew that one day,
memories could ache this much,
or that silence could echo so loudly.

You left too soon.
And though I’ve grown older,
a part of me has never left that place—
the child who still looks up,
still waits for your return,
still longs for the comfort of your hand holding mine.

Time moves forward,
but my heart still pauses in those memories,
because that’s where you are.
That’s where I still feel safe.

08/16/2025

08/16/2025

A father’s love never dies, even when they do

08/16/2025

Thank you, Mom and Dad in heaven.

For the love you poured into my life, the values you instilled in me, and the strength you left behind when you had to go.
You may no longer walk beside me, but your presence is woven into every part of who I am.

Your guidance still lights my way like a lamp in the dark.
When life feels uncertain, I hear your voices in my heart—gentle, steady, reminding me of the lessons you taught without even using words.
Your memories bring comfort to my soul, wrapping around me like the warmest embrace I’ll never forget.

I carry your love in everything I do, in every choice I make, in every kindness I try to give to others.
Though you are beyond my reach, you are never beyond my heart.
And until we meet again, I will live in a way that honors all that you gave me.

08/16/2025

Always thinking of you, Dad.

Not a single day passes without your memory finding its way into my heart.
You may be gone from my sight, but never from my soul.
Your love is stitched into the fabric of who I am—
in my thoughts, my choices, my quiet moments.

In the stillness of early mornings, I feel you.
In the soft whisper of a breeze, I hear you.
It’s in those fleeting, gentle moments that I know you’re still near—
guiding me when I’m lost, steadying me when I stumble,
loving me in a way that distance can never take away.

Time may move forward, but my love for you stands still.
It holds fast, unchanged,
just like the bond we share—
a bond no goodbye could ever break.

08/15/2025

Thank you, Dad

You gave me this life, and for that I’m forever grateful.
But how I wish you were still here to share it with me.

You gave me everything—your strength, your love, the quiet sacrifices no one else ever saw.
You worked through your own pain, smiled through your exhaustion, and always said, “As long as you’re okay, I’m okay.”
And now… you’re not here.

I carry your love like a compass with a missing piece—
it points me forward, but it will never replace you.

Some days, I still wait to hear your voice.
Some nights, I whisper your name into the darkness,
hoping somehow, somewhere, you hear me.

I didn’t say it enough when I had the chance.
So I’m saying it now, through this ache that never leaves:
Thank you, Dad.
For giving me life.
For loving me more than life itself.

I hope you knew what you meant to me.
And I hope—beyond the sky, beyond the stars—
you still do.

08/15/2025

08/15/2025