No words can describe the amount of pain that I have to go through ever since I've lost you. Everyone keeps saying that the life goes on, but mine has just paused... as if I am waiting for you to come back to me. I know it's impossible, but don't blame me for it. Waiting is all I have left.
This November was the worst month of my life, in the worst year of my life. I kept hoping you'd somehow survive this pandemic, but your time came, and I have to learn how to live with this terrible, horrible gap that broke my heart - and I am incapable of mending it ever again.
I wish I could have at least hugged you one last time, that I could have kissed you, held you for a while and told you just how much you mean to me. How much I love you. You meant, and still mean the whole world to me, regardless of our differences.
I am sure the angels are holding you in their embrace now, and that you are in place where there's no grief, pain and suffering.
I will love you as long as I live, love you until my own time comes... and we somehow meet again. Until then... rest in peace, dad.
Yours forever broken daughter.