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There’s a tender mix of pride and sorrow that floods my heart whenever someone tells me they knew my dad, and they call ...
09/28/2025

There’s a tender mix of pride and sorrow that floods my heart whenever someone tells me they knew my dad, and they call him a good man. In those words, I feel him come alive again—present in their stories, their affection, and the love he left behind. To me, he wasn’t only a good man, but my man—my hero, my compass, my everything. Though he’s no longer here, hearing his name spoken with such love assures me that his memory will never fade. Dad, I miss you in ways words will never be able to hold.

My Mom is the most beautiful star in the sky…Every night, I look up and search for you. Among the millions of stars, the...
09/27/2025

My Mom is the most beautiful star in the sky…
Every night, I look up and search for you. Among the millions of stars, there's always one that shines a little brighter, a little softer—like your love still reaching out to me.
I still feel your warmth in quiet moments, your comfort in the breeze, your voice in the hush of night. People say time makes it easier, but missing you feels like a forever kind of ache.
You weren’t just my mother, you were my safe place. The light in every dark room. The reason I believed in kindness, in softness, in strength.
Now that you’re gone, the world feels colder. But when I see that one glowing star, I smile through the tears—because I know that’s you. Still watching. Still loving. Still guiding me home.

I remember countless nights, the soft glow from the kitchen a beacon as Mom sat hunched, brow furrowed over bills. We ne...
09/27/2025

I remember countless nights, the soft glow from the kitchen a beacon as Mom sat hunched, brow furrowed over bills. We never truly lacked, not because of abundance, but because of her quiet magic. Her hands, worn from years of unseen work, meticulously managed every worry, every penny. It wasn't just the food on the table or a roof over our heads; it was the quiet resilience she embodied. No grand speeches were needed, just her unwavering presence, a silent promise that everything would somehow be alright. Looking back, I now grasp the immense weight she carried, the dreams she gently laid aside so ours could soar. She taught me strength not with words, but through every silent sacrifice, every selfless act. Her love wasn't a roar, but the steadfast hum of existence, the most powerful force I’ve ever known, shaping my world, guiding my steps, even today. She is, and always will be, my quiet hero.

In the next life, please stay a little longer, Dad. Please.Stay long enough for me to memorize the sound of your laugh,l...
09/26/2025

In the next life, please stay a little longer, Dad. Please.
Stay long enough for me to memorize the sound of your laugh,
long enough to ask all the questions I never thought to ask,
long enough to hold your hand without fear of letting go.

This life felt too short.
Your presence was a flicker of warmth that I still chase in my dreams.
If there’s another lifetime waiting for us,
let it be one where we have more mornings, more talks, more ordinary moments
that become everything.

Until then, I’ll carry you here —
in my heart, in my memories,
in the quiet prayers I whisper when no one hears.

In the next life, Dad…
please stay a little longer.

You always told me to be brave, to face life no matter how hard it gets. But I wasn’t prepared to face it without you, D...
09/26/2025

You always told me to be brave, to face life no matter how hard it gets. But I wasn’t prepared to face it without you, Dad. I try to stay strong, but some days I fall apart. Missing you has become a part of me… and loving you will always be my strength.

I sat by your grave today, Dad…But truthfully, I wasn’t visiting.I was searching.Searching for a voice I’ll never hear a...
09/26/2025

I sat by your grave today, Dad…
But truthfully, I wasn’t visiting.
I was searching.
Searching for a voice I’ll never hear again.
For arms that used to hold me
when I didn’t know how to stand.
They say grief fades with time—
but it hasn’t.
It just changed shape.
Now it hides in my breathing,
in the way I pause when I say “Dad,”
in the silence that follows every memory of you.
You gave me life…
and then the world took you back
before I could even say thank you.
Before I could say I’m sorry.
Before I could say don’t go.
There is nothing lonelier
than outliving the man
who taught you how to live.
And now I sit here,
next to a stone that holds your name,
trying to hold together the pieces of myself
that died the day you left.
I miss you, Dad.
Not in passing.
But in every breath I take.

If I still had you, Dad, I would treat you with all the love I never said aloud. I would hold your hand longer, listen c...
09/26/2025

If I still had you, Dad, I would treat you with all the love I never said aloud. I would hold your hand longer, listen closer, and never take a single moment for granted. I would tell you every day how much you mean to me, how much your presence shaped my world, how much I carry your strength in my soul.

If I still had you, I’d fill the silence with gratitude, with laughter, with the words I was too shy or too late to say. But since I don’t, I whisper them into the sky, hoping somehow they still reach you. Because my love for you has no ending—it only grows, even in your absence.

Some people spend their whole lives searching for a hero — I was lucky, mine raised me. He might not be here for the big...
09/25/2025

Some people spend their whole lives searching for a hero — I was lucky, mine raised me. He might not be here for the big days anymore, but his lessons, his laughter, and his quiet strength are stitched into who I am. I still hear his advice in the back of my mind when life gets hard. I still smile at things he would’ve found funny. He may be gone physically, but the love he gave? That’s forever mine to carry.

No calls, no texts, nothing…but here I am, Dad,still thinking of you.The silence is louder than words,and yet my heart k...
09/25/2025

No calls, no texts, nothing…
but here I am, Dad,
still thinking of you.

The silence is louder than words,
and yet my heart keeps speaking your name.
I don’t need reminders,
I don’t need dates on a calendar —
missing you is my everyday truth.

You’re gone,
but in my thoughts,
in my love,
you’re still here.

When your story ended, Dad,you remained my most beautiful chapter—forever written in my heart.The pages of life keep tur...
09/24/2025

When your story ended, Dad,
you remained my most beautiful chapter—
forever written in my heart.

The pages of life keep turning,
but yours is the one I return to the most.
Your love is woven into every line,
your strength in every word,
your presence in every pause of silence.

Even though I can’t add new moments with you,
I reread the ones we had,
finding comfort in the memories,
hearing your voice between the lines.

Your story may have closed here on earth,
but in me, it lives on—
an endless chapter of love
that time can never erase.

Some nights I look up at the sky, searching for you both, hoping somehow you can still see me.Mom, Dad — I brought roses...
09/24/2025

Some nights I look up at the sky, searching for you both, hoping somehow you can still see me.
Mom, Dad — I brought roses again, the kind you loved. They feel small next to the love I carry, but they are all I have left to give.
No more warm hugs. No more Sunday dinners. No more hearing, “I’m proud of you.” Only this quiet that keeps reminding me you’re gone.

Not a single day passes without the ache of missing you. If love could build stairs, I would already be climbing — just to sit beside you once more.
Until then, I carry you in every breath, every step, every tear.
Forever missing you, Mom and Dad. ❤️🌹

Some nights I look up at the sky, searching for you—hoping, somehow, you can still see me.Mom, Dad… I brought the roses ...
09/24/2025

Some nights I look up at the sky, searching for you—hoping, somehow, you can still see me.

Mom, Dad… I brought the roses you loved. They feel small beside the love I carry, but they’re all I have to offer. No more warm hugs. No more Sunday dinners. No more hearing, “I’m proud of you.” Just a silence that never lets me forget you’re gone.

Not a single day passes without the ache of missing you. If love could build a staircase, I’d climb it now—just to sit beside you once more.

Until that day, I will carry you in every breath, every step, every tear.
Forever missing you, Mom and Dad. ❤️🌹

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