Dad, you were my first example of what it means to be strong and gentle all at once. I remember how your hands always felt—calloused from years of hard work but gentle when you’d pat my shoulder or ruffle my hair. Growing up, you seemed larger than life to me. You were the one who taught me how to ride a bike, how to fix things, and how to face challenges without fear. When I was unsure of myself, it was your voice that gave me courage.
Even now, I can hear your laughter echoing in my mind, especially during our long summer evenings spent on the porch, just talking about life. You never needed to say much, but the few words you offered always had so much weight. You had a way of making the ordinary feel special—whether it was a weekend fishing trip or just watching a game together. I always looked up to you, but I never told you enough just how much.
After you passed, it felt like the foundation beneath me had crumbled. It was like the world lost its balance. But I realize now that you’re still with me in every decision I make and every step I take. The lessons you taught me—about kindness, hard work, and resilience—are still here, and they help me navigate the rough patches.
I miss the sound of your voice and the warmth of your hugs, but what I miss most is knowing I could always turn to you. It’s hard without you, Dad, and there are days when the weight of your absence is almost too much to bear. But I carry you with me in my heart, in everything I do. I think of you every day, and though you’re no longer here, you still guide me.
I see so much of you in me now. When I’m faced with tough decisions, I try to think about what you would do. When I succeed, I hope you’re somewhere watching, proud of the person I’ve become. Every time I face a challenge, I hear your voice telling me that I can handle it. It’s these moments that make me feel like you never really left.
I wish I could tell you all of this in person, but I know you’re at peace. I hope you know how much you meant to me and how much of an impact you made. I’m grateful that you were my father, and I will always care that you were here.
— Isabella, Spain
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