I Texted My Late Dad’s Phone Every Day for a Year — Until I Got a Reply That Gave Me Goosebumps

“Messages from the Void”

For a year, Lauren texted her late father’s phone, pouring her heart into the emptiness. Each message was a little piece of her grief, a desperate attempt to keep him close. She’d text about mundane things, missing his corny jokes and fishing trips. It was stupid, but it made her feel like he was still there.

Then, on the anniversary of his death, something impossible happened. She sent a message, and her phone beeped in return.

“You’re not crazy.”

Lauren froze, her heart pounding. Was it him? How could it be?

Before she could think further, the nurse called her name, and the world around her spun as she went through her check-up. But she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that something supernatural was happening. Was it her father, or had she lost her mind?

Later, she received another message:

“I’m sorry. I’m not your father. I got this number recently. But I lost my daughter, too. I know your pain.”

Lauren’s shock turned to a strange comfort as the man explained he had read her messages and felt connected to her grief. His name was Henry, and his daughter had passed years ago.

Their unlikely connection sparked a deep conversation. Over time, Lauren began to heal—not just through her memories of her father, but through the shared pain with Henry, a stranger who understood her like no one else could.

Eventually, they met for dinner. It wasn’t just about the past anymore. It was about finding joy again. In a diner, with milkshakes and fries, Lauren finally began to feel the weight of her grief lifting.

And in a small way, Henry had become part of her healing journey.