Cherish your Dad, because mine is gone forever… and I miss him every single day. There’s a heaviness in my heart that never seems to fade, no matter how much time passes. If I could turn back time, I’d give anything—absolutely anything—for just one more hug, one more “I love you,” one more moment to sit beside him and soak in the comfort of his presence. It’s those small, ordinary things that become the treasures you ache for most when they’re gone.
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Losing a father isn’t something you ever really “get over.” It leaves a hole no words can fill, a silence that lingers in every corner of your life. You learn to live around the emptiness, to carry it with you, but it never truly heals. Some days the grief is quiet, a soft ache in the background, and other days it crashes over you like a wave, pulling you under with its weight. I’ve come to realize that missing him is simply part of loving him—and that love will never end.
When I look back, it’s not the big events I long for most, but the little things: hearing his voice call my name, catching his smile across the room, sitting in comfortable silence that spoke louder than words ever could. Those are the moments that made life feel whole, the ones I’d trade the world to relive.
That’s why I say, if you’re lucky enough to still have your Dad, hold him tighter. Don’t wait for the “right time” to call him—make the time. Listen a little longer when he tells his stories, even if you’ve heard them before. Take the picture, share the laugh, say the words. Love him with everything you’ve got, because one day, all you’ll have are memories—and the ache of wishing you had just a little more.
Cherish your Dad while you can. Life doesn’t wait, and the moments you share today will be the ones you cling to tomorrow. I’d give anything for one more with mine. π
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