Like a candle waiting for a match, a battery holding its charge, or a lock promising security, my dad has always been that quiet, reliable presence in my life.
Not the roaring firework, perhaps, but the steady flame that offers comfort in the dark, the unwavering power source that keeps the lights on, the silent guardian that allows adventures to unfold without fear. He was, and is, my standby, my unwavering assurance.
Do you have a photograph that holds the weight of countless similar moments – shared experiences with your dad that wove the threads of the connection?
It’s true, isn’t it? Dads often operate in the periphery, their strength a constant hum rather than a dramatic crescendo. In the whirlwind of our daily lives, their quiet support can sometimes fade into the background. There are weeks, even months, where a simple “how are you?” feels insufficient, a mere surface skimming of the deeper bond.
Adult life can be lonely after retirement.
What are those reminders you consciously created to keep that special connection with your dad alive in the everyday?
I’d be interested to know.
Design the Air 
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