To My Father in Heaven: Love Doesn’t End Here
To My Father in Heaven
Love Doesn’t End Here
Father’s Day is beautiful for many but it can also be painful for some. Today, I don’t celebrate by handing over a tie or planning a braai. Today, I celebrate in memory. In silence. In sacred reflection. I celebrate my father in heaven.
I don’t remember the last thing you said to me, but I remember how you made me feel safe. Heard. Seen. You had a way of grounding me, even in your quiet. There are moments I still look for you in crowds, in dreams, and even in sentences I wish I could tell you.
Grief, you see, is not a moment. It’s a rhythm. A song we never stop hearing.
And love real love doesn’t disappear with the body. It lingers. It lives in the people we become, in the choices we make, in the things we forgive ourselves for.
I light a candle today not to say goodbye, but to say thank you.
Thank you for showing up.
Thank you for planting the seed of strength in me.
Thank you for the lessons that still speak when the world is loud.
Today, I celebrate you.
To everyone grieving a father today, I see you. Your tears are not weakness; they are love overflowing. Your ache is not a burden it is evidence of a bond that mattered.
So don’t shy away from your sadness.
Don’t pretend it doesn’t hurt.
Let it.
And then, from that place of pain, rise and live well.
Live in honor of them.
Live for the stories they never got to tell.
Live for the love they gave you that still carries you through.
Because even in heaven… they’re still proud of you.
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