❤️❤️❤️ THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ❤️❤️

[MysteRy]

Until you have closed the casket on your dad, you don’t truly understand what real pain, real sadness, and real loneliness feel like.

I thought I knew what heartbreak was. I thought I had experienced loss before. But nothing prepares you for that moment—the moment you have to say a final goodbye, knowing there will be no more tomorrows, no more conversations, no more chances to say "I love you."

The world doesn’t feel the same after that. The air feels heavier, the silence feels unbearable, and no matter how many people surround you, there’s an emptiness that nothing can fill.

Losing him wasn’t just losing a person—it was losing a home, a safe place, a love that was constant and unshakable.

I still wake up some mornings, forgetting for just a second that he’s gone. And when reality hits, it feels just as painful as the day I had to close that casket.

[MysteRy]

They say the stars are the souls of those we’ve lost, shining down to remind us they’re still here. If that’s true, then my mom must be the brightest one in the sky.

I look up at night and wonder if she sees me. If she knows how much I miss her. If she hears me when I whisper her name into the quiet.

I miss her smile, the way it could turn the hardest days into something soft. I miss her voice, the way it wrapped around me like a warm embrace. I miss her laughter, the kind that made everything feel lighter. And most of all, I miss her hugs—the safest place I’ve ever known.

She may be gone, but she still shines. And every time I look up, I remind myself… love like hers never really fades.

[MysteRy]

When I was little, my steps were wobbly, but your hands were always there—ready to catch me if I fell. I was never afraid because I knew the moment I looked back, you would be there.

Then I grew up, and life pulled me in different directions. There were moments I felt lost, moments I was too tired to go on. And that’s when I realized—no one guides me the way you did. No one reaches out when I stumble, no one says, “You can do it!” in that deep, comforting voice I miss so much.

Dad, if I could, I would walk this life with you forever. I’d hold your hand, even just one more time, to help me through the crossroads I don’t know how to face. But you’re gone now, and all I have left are the memories I hold onto every day.

I’ll keep walking, just like you taught me. But Dad… I wish you were still here, walking this road with me.

[MysteRy]

Mom, no matter how much time passes, I still find myself looking for you in the little things.

In the quiet moments, I whisper your name, hoping somehow you can hear me. I wonder if you see me from above, if you still worry about me like you used to, if you still smile when you hear me talk about you.

I miss you every single day. Some days, it feels unbearable—the emptiness, the longing, the silence where your voice used to be. But I hold onto the love you left behind, the lessons you taught me, the warmth of your memory that never fades.

So today, like every day, I send my love to you in heaven. I hope it reaches you the way your love still reaches me.

[MysteRy]

Mornings feel different without you, Dad.
The sun still rises, the world still moves,
but something is missing—you.

I remember waking up to the sound of your voice,
the scent of coffee, the soft hum of the news on TV.
You’d smile at me and say, “Morning, kiddo,”
and somehow, the day felt lighter.

Now, mornings are quiet.
Too quiet.
No footsteps down the hall, no laughter,
just an empty chair at the table
where you used to sit.

I wish I could pour you another cup of coffee,
ask you how you slept,
tell you about my dreams, my plans, my life.
But all I can do now is whisper,
“Good morning, Dad. I miss you.”

Wherever you are,
I hope you can hear me.
I hope you know that no matter how many mornings pass,
you will always be the first thought in my heart.

[MysteRy]

Mom, life keeps moving forward, but in my heart, time has been frozen since the day you left.

I still walk down the same streets, but there’s no hand to hold mine, no voice telling me to be careful. I still hear your favorite songs, but now they only bring tears. The house is still standing, but without you, it’s just an empty place—silent, cold, and incomplete.

I wish I could turn back time, back to when you were here. I would hold you longer, tell you I love you more, and listen to you instead of thinking we had forever. But now, all I can do is sit in the quiet of the night, whisper your name, and hope you’re still watching over me, just like you always did.

Mom, if I had one wish… I’d ask for just one more moment with you. To see your smile, to hear your voice telling me not to cry. But I know that wish will never come true.

You may be gone, but your love is still here. And I will carry you with me, in every breath, for the rest of my life.