Rebecca Löwengrip

Today it hurts. I can't deny that it hurts every day, and I think of you every day. The smallest things can make me think about you, a song, a poster, a person resembling you, just something that reminds me of you. And every single time it's like someone stabbed me in the heart. I'm starting to realize that you're never coming back, and I've stopped waiting for you to show up. I've stopped looking for you. I've accepted. That was the hardest part. But it's not easier now, it just not as difficult living without you. I really miss you, and I wish you were with me every day. But I know that in some way you are with me, every step of the way. And I hope you're proud of me, I will try my hardest to make you proud. I love you, and always will. Like you always said, I love you more than the stars, because they're impossible to count, and you can't measure my love for you.

 An old picture of me and my dad. I'll never stop missing
you dad. I love you, more than the stars.