It’s hard to wrap my head around that number. Daddy’s been gone that long, and yet, some days, it feels like I could still walk into the living room and see him sitting there — quiet, steady, and sure. He wasn’t a man of many words, but the ones he did speak mattered.

So much has changed since he passed. Mama’s now with him, and though I miss them both more than words can say, I find peace in imagining them together again — no more pain, no more worry, just love and light.

If heaven is anything like I picture it, Daddy’s already got the coffee on, Mama’s humming in the kitchen, and one day — when it’s my turn — I’ll walk through that door and see them both smiling.

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