I miss my dad —
my protector, my teacher, the steady voice that made the world feel safe 💔
He went home to be with the Lord 🙏, and since that day there has been a quiet ache in my heart that no words can fully describe.

Grief isn’t always loud.
Sometimes it’s soft and constant — a space at the table, a number you can’t call anymore, a memory that shows up when you least expect it.

So I painted this picture 🎨
Not just with color — but with memories, love, and tears.
Every brushstroke carries a piece of him:
his laughter,
his warmth,
the way his hugs made everything okay 🤍

Art became my way of holding him close.
Of saying the things I didn’t get to say.
Of remembering that love doesn’t disappear — it changes form.

I cling to God’s promise ✝️That those who believe are never truly lost.
That this goodbye is not forever.
That one day we will meet again — where there is no pain, no sickness, no tears, and no final farewells 🕊️

Until that day, I will keep hoping.
Keep remembering.Keep living in a way that would make him proud.

If you’re missing someone today, you are not alone 🤍
Please say a prayer for comfort and peace for every child — no matter their age — who is carrying the weight of loss.

Love never dies. It waits. ✨