Dad, Everything feels a little quieter. A little heavier. A little less like home. There’s an ache in my chest that words can’t fix. My heart is burning with grief, and I don’t understand why this had to happen. Maybe I never will. But what I do know is this: you weren’t just my dad. You were my greatest teacher, my encourager, my example of strength, grit, and grace. You understood my soul in a way that few ever could. You taught me about work ethic, about leadership, about how to face things with humor even when they’re hard. You never let me forget that you were proud of me, and that reminder carried me through more than you probably realized. What hurts is that you won’t be here physically to see where I go from here. There’s so much I still wanted to show you, to tell you. But at the same time, I know you helped shape every step I’m about to take. You didn’t just support my dreams. you helped lay the foundation for them. Lately, I’ve been looking at the farm and thinking about you. The trees, the sunlight, the open fields, they feel like pieces of you. Like reminders. You were always grounded, always steady, like the land you loved. And now, every time the wind moves through those trees or the sky stretches wide and open, I feel you there. Nature holds your memory in its hands. You’ll never be far from me, Dad, I’ll carry your voice, your strength, and your love everywhere I go. Just you wait. I’m going to make you proud. I miss you more than I can say. I love you forever and I will see you in every sunset. -Your girl.