For My Dad… ❤️
She often sits on the old park bench where they used to walk together. A soft breeze rustles the branches, and she almost hears his laughter. He always joked in moments like these, sharing stories from his youth and teaching her to find beauty in little things.
Her father hasn’t been near for a long time, yet every step, every choice, every smile of her children carries his presence. Someone might say she’s living in the past. But that’s not true.
She lives with a love that time hasn’t faded and with a loss that still aches. She doesn’t seek to forget because she knows—some absences never fade. Instead, she learns to live beside it, holding it like a precious stone deep in her heart.
When night falls and the world grows quiet, she closes her eyes and hears his voice, so familiar—the one that once read her fairy tales and taught her not to fear the dark. And that quiet conversation still goes on.
Because some bonds are stronger than death. And some love even eternity can’t erase 👨👧.
Guiding Presence: Always With Us, Even in Absence
