13 June marks one month since you left us, Dad.
It still feels surreal. Some days I wake up hoping it was just a bad dream. Other days, the weight of your absence hits me like a wave I didn’t see coming. Grief is not linear, some moments are heavy with tears, and others are filled with quiet reflection.
I miss you.
I miss your voice, your advice, your calm presence.
Life feels different without you here.
In this past month, I’ve learned that grieving isn’t about “moving on.” It’s about learning to live with the loss, finding ways to carry the love forward. I talk to you in my prayers. I look at your photos and remember your laugh.
I try to be strong, just like you always were.
And there’s something I really wish I could tell you I got a job offer.
After all the waiting, praying, and interviews, it finally happened. I’m now just waiting for the official offer letter. I wish I could hear you say "Tahniah" or "Bagus itu." I know you'd be proud. I wish you were still here so I could see that proud smile of yours.
I carry your strength with me, Dad. You taught me to never give up, to keep going even when things get hard. I hope I'm making you proud, even from where you are now.
Please continue watching over us. I miss you every day.
Love always,
Aya - Forever your little girl 💝
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