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A Song for Daddy: Remembering the Music of Love
Holding on to the melodies of the past, while learning to sing in the present
My birthday is just a few days away, and as I sit here, listening to the songs from his phone, memories start to flood in. I remember him singing for me on my 27th birthday. That was the last time. The last time his voice filled the room, the last time he sang just for me. And our last dance? That was on my wedding day. His arms around me, his warmth, his steady steps guiding me as we swayed to the music. I never thought it would be the last.
If only I could turn back time.
I miss Daddy. I miss him so much.
If only I could tell him once more how much I love him, how much I appreciate everything he has done for me. I would do it in a heartbeat. But time doesn’t wait, and life moves forward, even when the heart aches to go back. It has been more than a year since he passed away, but it still feels like yesterday. Some wounds don’t heal with time; they just become a part of us.
People say grief comes in waves. Some days are easier. Some days, like today, it hits like a storm — sudden and overwhelming. I never knew how much I would long to hear his voice again, to see his smile, to feel his presence. But even though he is gone, his love…
