Dad In Heaven Always

Some nights I still catch myself wanting to tell my Dad about my day.
Not the big things.
Just the ordinary things.
The kind of things nobody else would care about.
"I had a rough day."
"You would've laughed at this."
"I finally fixed that thing."
Or sometimes...
"I just miss you."
Grief has a strange way of turning conversations into silence.
Because when someone leaves this world, all the words you still want to say suddenly have nowhere to go.
So maybe that's why people write letters.
Maybe that's why people talk to heaven.
Maybe that's why some of us still whisper into empty rooms.
Because love doesn't disappear when people do.
And some hearts never stop looking for Dad.

No matter how many years pass, losing your Dad changes something inside you. People tell you time helps, and maybe it does… but some losses never fully leave.
The hardest moments are rarely the big ones. They’re the ordinary moments. Hearing a song. Seeing something funny. Having news to share… and thinking, “I need to tell Dad.”
For a split second, your heart forgets. Then reality gently reminds you that the person who once made life feel safer isn’t here anymore.
Life keeps moving forward, but some days… missing Dad still hurts in ways words can’t explain.