#missingdad

[saraphia]

💘 One month down without my greatest hero…. a lifetime to go. I will love & miss you forever, Dad. …Hope you & Mom are doing something fun up there today!💕 #sentimentalsunday #mygreatesthero #missingdad #bestadvicegiver #lifegoeson #griefisthepricewepayforlove #love (at Eastport, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CrqriNcu9vO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fatherslovejourney]

31 Jan 2018 "When Breathe Becomes Air" is the memoir of Paul Kalanithi, a neurosurgeon who was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer in his mid-thirties and later passed on. In it, he shares his story and ideas on how to approach death with grace and what it means to be fully alive It dawned on me that air is all around us. We bask in air. However, air on its own is simply air till it comes in contact with another compound Air becomes breathe when sucked in by a human being and goes through the cellular system. A body comes ALIVE. It walks and it talks However, when that body ceased to be alive, it becomes as what Kalanithi titled his book, breathe becomes just air In ponder of all these, is the gift of each day still a cliché? Is the gift of waking up alive to see the sunrise and go about your daily activities a cliché? Come brothers and sisters, today is the day the LORD has made. Let us Rejoice! and be glad in it 29 July 2022 Was reminded of the posting from 2018 when I stared at the empty bin and sat with the lifeless silence in the house I used to bring the trash out for Dad everyday. Sometimes I complain about his food trash. Now, it's mostly an empty bin until mei mei comes over on weekends. The fan was whirring. The background music was on but that was all just noise. Other than myself, there was no other life. The air that becomes breathe when sucked in by a human being, that which make a body comes alive has become WHEN BREATHE BECOMES AIR in my reality. I've been coping, adjusting. Feels like a long time has passed when it's been only two months (two more days) since Dad left. Outside of the house, I function perfectly. Many things keep me occupied but they don't seem to come through the door....little motivates me within these four walls - not even my fave chimaek and reality show. Is it the house or is it me? Will the same silence follow me when I move or will it be left behind as I bid it goodbye......? In ponder of all these, is the gift of each day still a cliché? Come brothers and sisters, today is the day the LORD has made. Let us Rejoice! and be thankful for it. #griefisajourney #grievingmyway #missingdad https://www.instagram.com/p/CgkKAjMvEv2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[westphd]

So I was missing my dad while sitting with Nan…. And I look out the window and see a truck full of watermelons 🍉 …. I know that was my dad saying hey thru this guy who peddles melons …. Cause he loved doing that for so many years ….. so I got a good one I hope …. I will enjoy it and remember the awesome memories of my Dad and watermelons!!!! #billykirkley #missingdad #watermelons #westphd (at Altamonte Springs, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeUAQyILr8S/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mannion78]

Chillin in the backyard #thisis43 #family #happybirthdaytome #missingdad https://www.instagram.com/p/CTa0fPiLGeYfWKXgUwmfKU7eFZxJn1-bI4hUe40/?utm_medium=tumblr

[saraphia]

Missing my Dad✨...This pic is from last year, our first holiday without my Mom, we went to visit our awesome cousins in Tennessee! @cpitcaithly #throwbackthursday #tbt #throwback #missingdad #tennessee #nashville #quarantinechristmas (at Downtown Nashville) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJMoxd9MOLr/?igshid=rur3yimz1zka

[avigayilziva]

Today is my dad’s birthday. He would have turned 84 today. Four years ago when he celebrated his 80th birthday I was so happy and thankful he made it that far, I was sure that he was going to live forever. But today, instead of making him a cake or taking him out for a meal, my mom and I went to visit his grave. It still feels so surreal to not have him around anymore. It feels wrong that all that’s left is his name engraved on a headstone and a memory of him in every corner of the house. Sometimes I would find a video of him and feel like he’s really there. That he’s still alive. And maybe he is although on a different level or in a different layer of this world. Just like he really is alive in the video, separated from me by time, space and contained in some piece of technology, he’s also alive in this world, separated by a spiritual veil that I will eventually cross as well when my time comes. But until then, all I have to hold on to are my memories, and the things he left behind. Happy birthday Papa. I miss you so much. #missingdad #rememberingdad #soelaimanbenabsar #soelaimanbennaswiyah https://www.instagram.com/p/CE1Udo3FY6r/?igshid=bhr7m8fzwq79

[pearlsjourney]

Dear Self,

It’s been awhile since I've been here to write what I feel or what I am going through. It is hard to put in words what I am feeling, hard to describe the new void I feel inside of myself. My dad passing away has been a hard awakening. The things I've taken for granted, the people I let down, issues I haven’t fixed. There is this void I feel in my heart that is growing with each day that passes. Everyone who has reached out tells me, “with time it will get easier.” But does it really? 

Time for me has only made it worse. In 6 days it will be a month. A month of not bickering with my dad, a month of not hearing his stories and random statistics, a month of not hearing his voice, not hearing his laugh or seeing his smile. I have all these emotions built up inside with no way of letting them out. Explaining or venting to people who haven’t gone through the same situation is hard, because I know they want the best for me and the give me these endless motivations. At times it makes me feel mad, mad that they keep telling me to think positive, mad that they tell me to let it out, that they are sorry. But inside no one will know what it feels like, what I am going through, and just how much I miss him every minute that passes.

Why do we have to lose people who are meant to live forever. Those we can’t imagine living without. Because honestly I don’t know how to continue to live in a world where my dad no longer exists. How can I ever smile a real smile, laugh a real laugh, and continue to live when he is no longer able to....

[saraphia]

Memories are like stars, they shine when it’s dark!💘 ...In my heart I’m chilling with my Mom & Dad under a starry sky in St. Louis ✨ {This is part of the “Saraphia X St. Louis” collection which will be screened on large scale canvas, accented with glitter & lacquered.} #homesick #missingdad #missingmom #angelmom #mondaymemories #schneithorsts #cornersofmymind #stl #stlouis #missouri #stlou #leftmyheartinolstlou #retroart #homedecor #handdrawn #mixedmedia #largescaleart #wallart #popart #canvasscreenprint #glitter #laquer #saraphia #saraphiaXstlouis (at St. Louis, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBwn-yjla3x/?igshid=djb0vs7lmx26