Three Years Without You, Dad

Three years after losing my father, I’m learning that absence doesn’t mean the end of presence.

Three years.

It feels impossible that so much time has passed since you left, Daddy — and yet not a single day goes by that I don’t think of you. Some days the ache of missing you still takes my breath away, but more and more, I also feel your love surrounding me, guiding me, steadying me.

You taught me kindness, strength, and how to stand tall even when life feels heavy. You showed me what it means to keep going, to care deeply, and to laugh even through tears. And though I wish I could pick up the phone and hear your voice just one more time, I carry your words and your spirit with me always.

Today, instead of only mourning, I choose gratitude, gratitude for the years I had with you, for the memories that live in my heart, and for the way your love continues to shape me.

I miss you deeply, but I also feel you with me. Always. ❤️

Love 

Natalie

PS Grief can feel isolating, but it’s something we all carry in different ways. If you’ve lost someone you love, I’d be honored if you shared a memory or a thought about them in the comments below. Sometimes, speaking their name and telling their story is the most beautiful way to keep their light alive.