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 
Wonderfully expressed.
Can relate.
Lost my mom 14 years ago. Miss her a lot.
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These kind of memories will always hurt if we allow this.
I want to believe that they are in a place full of light and they
guides us.
Be well, dear Vinitha!❤️😘
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I am so sorry dear. I know how this pain feels. Lost both my parents and every day I miss them. Time doesn’t heal.
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Felt really sad while reading this Vinitha. I feel that you are someone who has had several spiritual experiences. I believe that there can be a kind of happiness deep in our heart which remains forever and doesn’t go away. I believe in it though I haven’t experienced it. May you be blessed with such eternal happiness that heals your loss.
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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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