Dear father,
They say that when you lose something or someone important to you; your world might seem a bit more dull. Well dad, they were right. It has been more 157 days since you passed away. While the flowers in the forests start to bloom, pieces of my heart feel like they've begun to decay. You were part of my moral compass but now that you're gone I find myself lost in a forest of despair, making wrong steps at every turn; even hurting people I wish I hadn't hurt. Every time I smile I think about your view on the world; how even the people who had wronged you were still given love. I've tried to see the world through your eyes but I cannot seem to capture the same views you've made. Every time I shed a tear I realize that you won't be there at my wedding, or at your grandchild's first Christmas. I realize that physically, you won't be part of my life anymore. However, I know that you are finally at peace and are catching up on those hours of sleep that you had lost.
Your son,
Z. B.
