The sound of glass wind chimes and rustling leaves comes back to me as I stare out the window. The memory comes winding through my mind like a reel of film slowly playing. The giggles and laughter, the whooshing of the wind as you carry me up into the sky, the color of your hair glistening in the wind.
Long lost are the days of my youth when my father could still hold me. Sometimes I ache, sometimes I cry, but most days I hope that your soul has found peace.
I miss you dad, and I will never stop fulfilling my promise I made to you. The very promise that has stopped the blade from eating my skin, that has stopped my fear as I face my fate, and the promise that has made me strong, that has made me brave.
I love you, dad.