One More Day
Dealing with grief
Emily sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her father's framed photo on the nightstand. He died three months ago, but the weight of his absence felt heavier with each passing day. She had always been close to him; his constant presence was like a beacon in her life. Now that he was gone, she felt lost in a fog of grief.
What would she say if she could only spend one more day with him? It was a question that kept running through her mind. There were no big revelations, just simple moments she longed for, like sitting on the porch, sipping coffee, or laughing at one of his old stories. Those everyday moments had meant so much to her, but it was not until his absence that she realized how valuable they truly were.
Emily reflected on how strange grief is. It was not like a storm that you could ride out; it lingered, infiltrating quiet moments and turning them into waves of sadness. Some days, she was able to keep herself busy at work or with friends. But today was one of those difficult days when the silence around her seemed too loud and the pain too intense.
She picked up the photo and traced his face with her finger. "I miss you," she said…
