I canโt talk about him without crying. Trying to be okay, to be fine and to be strong. Itโs fckng hard. Iโm not okay. Iโm not fine. Iโm not strong. Iโm only a daughter who miss his father so freaking much, but she canโt call, hug or kiss him whatsoever. She misses him.
I miss him so much. I miss his voice, touch and simply his existence. I miss his calls when Iโm at work, asking me what time Iโll be done. I miss how he ruined my favorite songs. I miss him asking me โwhat movie we should watch tonight?โ. I miss you, old man.