Today marks five months since my Dad’s passing.
Every year on the 1st of July after our “Good morning” message was exchanged, my Dad would say something like “Birthday month!”
This year (as if he knew) my brother sent me a text:
“Someone’s birthday month 👀”
There isn’t a single day or special moment that goes by that I don’t think of my Dad. To share the books that I’m currently reading or what’s the latest on Netflix.
I miss his Dad jokes, selfies with Benjamin or showing me what he’d be eating, made with love by my mum. ❤️
We feel you with us even though you physically aren’t. I can’t believe that I hadn’t seen you in a year when you passed. And that I haven’t been able to grieve with Mummy & Bhai.
Have a slice of birthday cake for me up there. We miss you more than words can express. We love you. Forever.