Tonight, the quiet feels heavier than the day. When the busyness fades, the silence brings back the ache, and my tears fall without asking.
Grief comes in waves, sometimes sharp, sometimes quiet💔💔💔
This pain is teaching me something I never wanted to learn, that love this deep leaves an emptiness just as deep. Yet in every tear, I feel the reminder of Tatay’s patience, his kindness, and the way he made ordinary moments feel special.
I miss him in the small routines, in the questions he asked, in the gentle presence that steadied me. The ache is heavy, but it is also proof of how much he mattered, and how much he will always matter🤍
It’s been 15 days, pero habang tumatagal pasakit ng pasakit😭