Yesterday Mom sent me an audio clip of K singing. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve sworn it was my dad singing. K has always resembled him so much, but now that Dad is gone, the similarities are glaringly obvious. K is a carbon copy of him. He sounds like him. He hugs like him. He looks like him.
Sometimes, when I’m visiting Mom’s house, I’ll catch a glimpse of K and for a split second, I think he’s my dad. It makes my heart catch.
The entirety of AFTER has felt like Dad is just going to walk in the room and pick up where he left off. Like he always did. I’m still having a very difficult time accepting that he’s truly gone and will never walk into the room again.
I will always miss him, but his legacy will live on.