For the ones who grew up most or all of their childhood without a dad, I hear
For the ones who spent every weekend at the cemetery as a kid, I feel you.
For the ones only recently coping with grief, I won’t lie to you and say it gets easier but it does become bearable.
This one is for the fathers taken before their time, before we were ready, the ones who aren’t with us today, for the kids still grieving, for the ones whose lives are just that little bit incomplete. You’re not alone.
Words & Illustration: Radhika Mary