I realized that the only way to process my grief and fear was to write in a journal. It became my solace, an emotional release during those dark times.
The image of my wedding day haunted me; I had always envisioned my dad giving me away. The thought of that not happening felt surreal and gut-wrenching.
In the depths of my sorrow, I found an old notebook and decided to create a keepsake where my dad and I could share letters and memories.
Though I hoped for a letter containing the wedding speech, I understood that our time together was limited, and what mattered were the moments we shared.
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