Love is love

Love is Love

The needle etched deep into my skin, burning and vibrating my bones. “Pain is temporary”, she said as she meticulously carved the symbol that would stay with me forever. Words in my father’s handwriting circling around and around. Words that remind me of him, words that remind me he is always with me, words that remind me how to live.

Love is Love is love is Love

I wish I could say the pain of his absence is temporary but it will live within me as long as love is everlasting. Some days still feel fresh like that needle, digging deep and burning hot.

I feel his presence while looking out over the lake, the sound of splashing and laughter. Watching my brother dive into the water and emerge shaking his head like a wet dog. He embodies dads movements and mannerisms so closely my heart skips a beat.

Serene pink sunsets we all watch together, in silence thinking the same thing, we miss him. His absence is tangible when we are all together. A missing piece to our perfect puzzle.