Yesterday was 3 years. 3 years without you. I don’t know how time is moving so fast but the pain of losing you is every day. I always look for little signs from you, always being 23 or your name. I’m still learning how to live with grief but I’m slowly understanding that grief comes in many different forms. I read a quote that said “grief is just love with no place to go” and it truly is. It still feels unreal. You had so much more life to give, more hugs, more laughs, more crazy jokes to make.. you were just taken too soon. I always admired you for your strength, never letting anything affect you and charging through head first. Who else was able to say they died and came back to life more than once? I’m beyond thankful to have so many videos and photos of your crazy moments that I can watch and relive whenever I want. I wanted to post this yesterday but could barely get through making this. I love you dad. I miss you beyond words. I didn’t get to say goodbye but I’ll see you in my dreams
My rock. My hero. My dad. I can barely see the screen while typing this. My dad was taken too soon from us. I can’t believe this happened. He was a man who everyone loved and everyone wanted to be around. He would lift your spirits and light up a room as soon as he stepped into it. My dad survived death 3 times, he defied the odds and was known as ‘The Miracle Man’. He was the strongest person I’ve ever known and instilled that in my sister and I. I will forever miss his giant presence, his bear hugs, his text messages everyday telling me to be strong, falling asleep with him on the couch under the sun, waking up to him throwing our dog on me and his silliness and ginormous laugh. He was a true character. I have so much more to say about him but I just can’t put it into words. Life will never be the same without him and I am crushed. I will forever and always love my amazing, strong dad. My superhero. My whole heart.
