It’s been three years,
it still hurts and not a day goes by that I don’t think about you
we miss you,
I hate that you are missing out on so much of our lives,
I hate that we can never hear your voice again, see you smile
I finally realised that the grief was making me sick,
I worried about getting sick or even worse seeing someone else I love get sick
I’m not doing that anymore,
I know you wouldn’t want me to
I am living and loving every minute now,
the good bits and the bad bits
all because I have my favourite people in the world around me
all of them except one
I miss you dad
I needed to write this
✗