In the Whisper of the Breeze: Reflections on Losing My Dad

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In the quiet of the morning light,
I hear your laughter in the breeze,
A gentle whisper that softly sighs,
Reminding me of precious memories.

The echoes of your wisdom linger still,
In shadows cast by the setting sun,
As I walk the paths we once tread,
Your guiding hand in dreams undone.

The stars above seem dimmer now,
Without your light to guide my way,
Yet in the night, I find your voice,
A soothing balm for my dismay.

Though the void is vast and deep,
Your love remains, a constant guide,
In every heartbeat, in every tear,
Your spirit lives, forever by my side.

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