The day Dad’s laughter faded from our home was the day my world lost its color.
For years, I watched helplessly as illness slowly dimmed the light in his eyes, and my hands used to shake as I spooned soup into his mouth or adjusted his pillows.
In those final moments, as I held his frail hand and whispered “I love you,” I felt a piece of my heart crumble away.
The house echoed with memories of better days, but also with the glaring absence of my brother Kyle, who couldn’t be bothered to say goodbye.
