Losing a loved one is a pain that never truly fades. It lingers in the depths of our hearts, a constant ache that serves as a reminder of the void left behind. The loss of our father, a man whose life was cruelly taken from him by a joy riders 27 years ago, still haunts us to this day.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. The phone call that shattered our world, the news that ripped through our family like a violent storm. Our father, just 46 years old, was taken from us in a senseless act of recklessness. The joy rider, careless and indifferent to the lives he was putting at risk, snuffed out a light that burned bright in our hearts.

Our father was a pillar of strength, a beacon of love and guidance in our lives. His wisdom a steady hand in times of turmoil. He was a man of principle, of integrity, of unwavering devotion to his family. And in an instant, he was gone.

The years have passed, but the pain remains. The memories of our father, the moments shared and the dreams left unfulfilled, are etched in our minds with a bittersweet clarity. We carry his legacy with us, a burden and a privilege, a reminder of the preciousness of life and the fragility of our existence.

We mourn not only the loss of our father, but the injustice of his death. The joy rider, whose actions robbed us of a future with our beloved patriarch, remains a shadow in our minds. We grapple with questions of forgiveness, of justice, of closure that will never come.

But amidst the grief and the anger, there is also love. Love for the man who shaped us, who taught us, who loved us unconditionally. Love for the memories that sustain us, the love that still echoes in our hearts, the lessons that continue to guide us.

Our father may be gone, but his spirit lives on in us. In the way we carry ourselves, in the values we uphold, in the love we share with those around us. He is a part of us, always and forever, a presence that transcends time and space.

And so we honor him, we remember him, we cherish him in our hearts. The loss of our father, taken from us too soon, is a wound that will never fully heal. But in our grief, in our remembrance, in our love, we find relief. And we carry on, knowing that he is with us, always and forever. And when our time comes to leave this earthly realm we will meet him again.

Yours Lainey. 

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