Sit With Me

Dear Dad,

When I’m grieving, I wish you knew that I’m not always going to look sad on the outside—even when I feel it deeply inside. Sometimes I laugh, or play, or act like everything’s fine. That doesn’t mean I’m “over it.” It just means I’m trying to breathe.

I don’t always need advice or solutions. Just knowing you’re there, sitting beside me, means more than you probably realise. I don’t expect you to fix anything—I just want to feel like I’m not grieving alone.

It helps when you say her name. When you tell stories. When you let me miss her in my own way.

Thank you for trying, even when it’s hard for you too.

Love,
Someone still figuring it out