Happy Father’s Day ❤️

To all the dads out there, to all the father figures, who have their children with them, who misses their children, who lost their children and to those who lost their dad, sending you all so much love 🙏🏼

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I miss mine a lot who taught me playfulness and silliness, music, books, movies and so much more.
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And I thank him for all the dad jokes and the random facts about life he told that I could never remember. I remember smiling though enjoying listening to him talk super excited. That’s what matters 🙏🏼
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Before his funeral, I was looking through my dad’s stuff. I found this big folder full of all the things I made for him since I was a little girl - cards, drawings, paintings, photos put together, writings etc which he kept.
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All the love I poured towards him and shared with him was infront of me. There.
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I looked at them not knowing what to do with them. I still don’t know.
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Some days, I still don’t understand death. One moment the person is there infront of you, the next minute they’re not. It’s not a gradual loss, at least mine wasn’t. It’s very definite.
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I heard that grief is just love with nowhere to go. I definitely feel this.
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So on this day, I feel the love, honour my dad, feel whatever’s there and message people I love who I know their dads are no longer there with them. That’s where I pour my love.
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Then I thank grief for making me a little bit more human.
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I used to roll my eyes to - they never leave, they’re always with you.
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Now I believe it and feel that my dad’s with me carrying on doing his silly jokes.
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Every time I let him go little bit more, I feel his love and support little bit more.
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If your dad passed away and you’d like to share your memories with your dad or just share, I’m always here to listen 🙏🏼 You can always message me.
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Love you 💛
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