I miss my father every single day

.When I see a father caring for his child, showing love, protecting them, being there for them, it all makes me sad, because I now have no one to give back that extra care to. I miss him every single day. I grieve for him every single day. The pain he went through breaks my heart. I couldn’t wish for him to live longer, because the suffering he had to endure was immense.But still, he is my father, and I miss him so much.

Whenever I see something or experience something, I think of him, because he is the one who stood by me every single time I fell.Today, I saw a video of a girl who had been longing for something related to Harry Potter. She couldn’t get it herself, but her father bought it for her. It took me straight back to my own father. He once saved up money to buy me Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on the very day it was released worldwide. To him, my silly fangirl moment mattered more than anything else he could have spent that money on at the time. He did it just to make me happy.

He has always been my pillar of strength. I cherish my father, my Atha, every single day. I want to keep his memories alive through me.I want to write more about him on my blog, so that his memories stay alive even after I am gone. My father should live through the ages in my memories. I don’t want him to be forgotten. His memories and his name should pass on to the generations to come. I don’t know whether I am the best daughter to my father, but I continue to love him even now that he has gone from this world, from me.My grief is my way of loving him for eternity. The generations that come from me should remember their grandfather through my words, through my grief, and through my love for him.

I miss you always, Atha. Until we meet again.