My dad left when I was a child and passed away recently. I thought he had forgotten me — until a half-sibling gave me a box he left behind.
Inside were letters he’d written to me over the years but never sent — filled with apologies, regrets, and love. He had even kept old photos of me.
I realized then: even though distance and silence kept us apart, in his heart, he had never let me go.
Sometimes closure comes not from words spoken, but from the ones left behind.
