To my parents and my grandparents,
There are no words that feel big enough for what you were to me, but I carry them anyway because it’s all I have to reach for you.

When I think of you, I don’t just remember faces, I remember a feeling. A world that was softer, lighter, and full in a way that’s hard to explain to anyone who didn’t live inside it with us.
I remember love that was steady and present, the kind that showed up in laughter, in meals shared, in quiet moments that didn’t need words. I remember strong faith, the kind that held everything together even when life felt uncertain. I remember hugs that made everything feel safe again.

You gave me a life where love wasn’t something I had to question. It was everywhere.

And now, in your absence, I find myself walking back through those memories again and again. Sometimes gently, sometimes with a grief so heavy it feels like I can’t breathe. I ask questions I already know the answers to, because my heart still struggles to accept a world where you are not physically here. There is no explanation that makes your absence feel right.

But even in that silence, I still find you.

You show up in the smallest, quietest ways—the ordinary moments that suddenly don’t feel ordinary at all. A butterfly landing nearby. A dragonfly passing through. A feeling that comes out of nowhere but feels exactly like you.
You promised you would never leave me. And somehow, in the ways that matter most, you kept that promise.

My grief is not just pain,it is proof.

Proof that your love was real, that it was deep, and that it still exists in me. It lives in the way I remember, the way I feel, and the way I carry you forward in a world that feels different without you.
I miss you in ways words will never fully hold. I wish for one more conversation, one more meal, one more moment where everything feels whole again.

Until the day I see you again, I will keep finding you in the life around me, in the memories behind me, and in the love that never left.
With all my love,

Me!