This isn’t just a drawing.
It’s a goodbye I wasn’t ready to say 💔🎨

This is my dad, Michael 🤍
He passed away recently — and some days, it still doesn’t feel real 🕊️
There are moments I reach for my phone to call him… moments when my heart forgets before it remembers.

When words collapse under the weight of grief, I turn to art 🎨
Because sometimes, pencils understand what voices cannot.

Every line holds a memory 📖
Every shadow carries love.Every detail is stitched together with pride, gratitude, and the quiet ache of missing him 🤍

My dad was more than a uniform and a smile.
He was strength 💪 when I felt small.
Guidance 🧭 when I felt lost.
Home 🏡 — no matter where I stood in the world.

This drawing didn’t erase the pain.
It didn’t fix the emptiness he left behind.
But it gave my grief a place to rest ✨A place where love could breathe without breaking me.

Because love doesn’t end with goodbye ❤️
It changes form.
It becomes memory.
It becomes art.
It becomes something we carry — always.