There are certain kinds of pain that never go away—only become quieter with time. Missing my parents is one of them. Even though life continues and days pass, the space they left in my heart remains. My parents are in heaven now, and though I cannot see or touch them, their presence still lingers in everything I do.
Growing up, my parents were my world. They were my comfort, my safety, my teachers, and my greatest supporters. My mother had a way of knowing what I needed before I even said a word. Her voice could calm any storm inside me. My father was my protector, my guide, and the one who taught me the meaning of hard work, honesty, and strength. They shaped who I am, not just through words but through the quiet, everyday love they gave so freely.
Now, in their absence, I’ve come to understand just how much they gave me—and how much I still need them. There are days when I would give anything to hear their voices again, to feel the warmth of their hugs, or to sit beside them in silence. Grief comes in waves. Sometimes it hits me when I least expect it—a familiar song, a smell, a memory, or simply a quiet moment at the end of the day when the world feels too heavy and I wish I could turn to them for comfort.
Even though they are gone from this world, I carry them with me in my heart. I see my mother in the way I care for others, in the patience I try to show, and in the softness I hold inside. I see my father in the way I stand up for what’s right, in the way I work hard, and in the courage I try to have when things get difficult. Their love is written into who I am.
Sometimes, I speak to them in my mind. I tell them about my day, my worries, my dreams. I imagine them smiling, nodding, maybe even laughing. I imagine that, somewhere beyond this world, they are watching over me. That they are proud. That they are still loving me, just as I still love them.
Losing my parents has taught me a lot—about love, about time, and about the importance of cherishing every single moment. It has taught me that the people we love never really leave us. They stay alive in our memories, in our choices, in the stories we tell, and in the love we pass on.
To my parents in heaven: I miss you more than I can express. Thank you for everything—for your love, your sacrifices, your lessons, and your belief in me. I hope I am making you proud. I hope you can feel my love reaching you, across all the distance that separates us. One day, we’ll meet again. Until then, you’ll always live in me.
