It's absurd to morn someone when they sit next to you.
It's absurd to morn someone when you're planning the day together.
It's absurd that death was getting familiar quickly.
I wish that we could fight gravity, but we can only make the landing soft.
But birds fight gravity.
Bugs fight gravity.
Animals so small that we don't even recognize them anymore fight gravity. But cancer, the word alone weighs more than anything.
I wish that we could have waited with weapons ready to fight. But in the end, it is not up to us. We don't make the rules, and we do not get to change the result.
There's no shortcut nor loophole.
I didn't stand there when our weapons stopped working, unfamiliar with death.
Unfamiliar with dad in all of his forms.
Without having said what's unsaid.
Sometimes I forget. And for a moment, I'm okay. But then I feel a pit in my stomach, and it takes me a second to realise that it's you that I'm missing
I will miss you in small ways, medium ways, big ways, and Al(l)ways.
Thank you, Dad.
For the time we got, for everything.
I love you.
