The moments we share with the people we love are fleeting, and once they are gone, they can never be experienced again as it was. This truth grounds me. It reminds me to cherish every second, to say the words that matter, and to give the love I have while I still can. Time does not wait for us to be ready. It simply moves forward.
Grief has taught me that healing is not linear. With that said, healing is possible. It takes patience, self-compassion, and an acceptance that the pain may never fully leave. To heal is not to forget but to find a way to carry the loss with grace.
Love, especially the love we give selflessly, is the purest force in life. True love asks nothing in return. It exists to protect, to nurture, and to uplift. This is the kind of love I want to give as a father in the future. I want my children to feel seen and supported in ways that build their strength and character. I want to be present for them, to guide them, and to teach them what it means to love deeply and live intentionally.
Letting go is one of the most painful lessons I have learned. It is not an act of weakness but of courage. It means accepting what cannot be changed and allowing myself to move forward without guilt or regret. Letting go means carrying the memory in a way that no longer weighs me down. This is a lesson I want to pass on, showing that resilience is not about avoiding pain but finding purpose through it. The future must always be worth fighting for.