“I miss him too, sweetie,” mom said as she put her arms around me. It had been almost a year since my dad had passed away, but it felt like it had been much longer. He had been my rock, my protector, and my best friend. I felt so lost without him.
The nightmare I had just had was one of many I had been having lately. In it, I saw my dad slowly fading away, until he was nothing more than a faint memory. I had woken up in tears, and my mom had been there to comfort me.
It was moments like these that made me realize just how much I had lost. I was so used to having my dad around that I had forgotten what it was like to be without him. I felt so empty and alone without him.
I wished I could go back to the days when my dad was still alive and everything felt normal. But I knew that was impossible. All I could do was try to make the most of the time I had with my mom. I knew she was hurting too, and I wanted to be there for her.
No matter how hard I tried, though, I couldn’t shake the sadness that had taken over my life. It seemed like no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape it. I was missing my dad more and more every day, and it was taking a toll on me.
I knew I had to keep going, though. I had to find a way to keep going in life, even without my dad. I had to find a way to keep living, even in his absence. I had to find a way to keep going, even without my dad.
