Late One Night, I Heard My Daughter Whisper, “I Miss You, Dad” on the Phone — But He Died 18 Years Ago

That evening, the three of us talked—awkwardly at first, then freely. We laughed. We cried. We remembered a man who lived only briefly as a father, but fully as someone deeply loved.

Sometimes grief doesn’t go away.
Sometimes it just finds another voice.

And sometimes… love answers.