Whether it’s been 3 years, 3 months, 3 weeks or 3 days–I don’t miss him any less. The fact that I can swell up in tears at the instant thought of him means nothing has really changed. It is especially difficult to deal with around this time of the year. I cannot fall asleep when my head is full of thoughts about him. I keep seeing him in my dreams when I finally do. I look at his photos and memories come flooding back. The only comforting thought to carry on is the glimmer of hope that he is always with me, watching over me and our family.
He was the happiest and most optimistic person I have ever met. He might have been flawed to other people, but he was always perfect in my eyes. After he was gone, a permanent dark cloud looms over our heads every day. Nothing is the same anymore. Just a big broken mirror with glass pieces glued in place.
Still, I will try to make him proud. Because I am my father’s daughter.
Because he is my hero.