Dad, you always told me to be strong, to hold my head high and keep moving forward no matter what life placed in front of me. You had this way of making strength feel like second nature, as if it were stitched into the very fabric of who I am. But now, without you here, strength feels so far away. The lessons you gave me echo in my heart, but some days the silence of your absence drowns them out. You were my shelter, my protector, the steady hand that carried me through every storm.
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Life feels so different without your guidance. I find myself replaying your words, searching for your wisdom in the spaces you used to fill. When the world feels too heavy, I close my eyes and try to imagine what you would say, the calm tone you would use, the way your presence alone could ease my worries. But when I open them, I’m left with only the ache of missing you.
Some days, I feel like a ship set adrift, the anchor of your love and direction no longer grounding me. I search for the shore, for solid ground, but the waves of grief pull me back into their tide. I try to be strong the way you taught me, to stand tall and carry on, but the truth is that the weight of missing you is heavier than I can sometimes hold.
Yet, even in this pain, I know your strength lives on in me. Every time I push through a difficult day, every time I choose love over bitterness, every time I refuse to give up—it’s because of you. If only I could hear your voice again, just once more, I know I’d find the courage I’ve been longing for. Until then, I’ll hold onto your memory, Dad, and let it be the anchor I need when the storms of life feel unbearable. Your love is still my guide, and always will be. π
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