Today is Achan’s (my dad’s) 15th death anniversary.
Sometimes it feels like it’s been forever since he’s gone. Sometimes it feels like he passed away just yesterday.
Either way, his absence is deeply felt.
What refuses to change is the weight of grief.
The pain. The void. The missed conversations. The longing. All of it makes his absence too real, too unavoidable, too painful.
And then comes the panicked realization that he is gone, and I can’t change that reality.
Yet, I helplessly wish that he were alive and well.
I can’t let my mind blur into the hopeless ‘if onlys’.
I know that. But I can’t hide that it hurts.
People are wrong. ‘Time heals’ is not always true. It hasn’t healed the pain of losing my dad.
Not yet.
Beyond Scribbles 
Vinitha, Losing a dad is not something time heals. The ache remains, always, it simply learns to live beside you.
You don’t move on from him.
You move forward with the light he lit within you.
Celebrate him and his memories with you. ❤️
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