Father...

Today marks 3 years since I had to make the most heartbreaking decision of my life, the moment I had to let my dad go.

There are no words that truly capture how much I miss him. The world has kept spinning, days have come and gone, but there’s a part of me that’s still frozen in that moment. That quiet goodbye. That aching silence.

I miss his voice, steady and reassuring. I miss his hugs that somehow made everything feel okay. I miss the way he always knew what to say, even when I didn’t want to hear it. I miss being his little girl.

But in the middle of this pain, there’s something else that’s just as strong: pride.

I am so proud to be his daughter. Proud of the man he was, honest, kind, selfless. Proud of the way he faced life with quiet strength and loved with his whole heart. He taught me what it means to be brave. What it means to care deeply. What it means to live with purpose.

Even though he’s no longer here, he’s still with me. In everything I do. In the way I love, the way I fight for what I believe in… i carry him with me, always.