There are dreams that fade when morning comes, and then there are dreams like you.
The kind that linger long after the sun has touched the sky. I knew I’d miss you alot, just not like this.
Like in the quiet in-between moments when everything is still, and my heart remembers what it’s trying to forget.
You visit me in flashes, a laugh I overhear, a song that plays on the radio,
a scent that takes me right back to something that doesn’t exist anymore, except in memory.
And maybe that’s the hardest part, how something so real can become a ghost that only I can see.
I still carry you in my dreams. Sometimes it’s bittersweet, sometimes it’s beautiful, and sometimes it’s just heavy.
But always, always, it reminds me: you mattered. And missing you means I had something rare.
Something worth remembering; something worth hurting for. So tonight, if I see you again in a dream, I’ll smile. Even if it hurts. Even if you fade.
Because love like that doesn’t disappear. It just changes shape and stays with us, quietly.
Happy heavenly Father’s Day, Dad!
