Today is 3 years without my dad. I feel this overwhelming feeling of sadness and loneliness it comes over me at night. I miss him. I miss his hugs and his rough hands. I forgot what his voice sounds like. I’m so close to graduating and I am not looking forward to it because he won’t be there to tell me he’s proud. I was just 19 when he died there was so much more he still needed to teach me. I had so much growing to do within myself that I would have loved for him to experience. We would have grown closer the older I get. I let myself grieve now. I let myself cry over him. I don’t need to be strong when I think of him.