08/13/2026
There are evenings, Dad, when the sky softens into that familiar glow — the kind that makes my heart ache in a gentle way, as if the light itself is holding space for the love I still carry for you.
I miss the way you made even silence feel warm, how sitting near you felt like resting my soul in a place where nothing could hurt me.
Now I sit in that silence alone, but I fill it with gratitude for all the moments I once took for granted.
And in that gratitude, your memory feels closer than the ache.
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