A Son’s Love, Drawn in Pencil
This is my dad, Michael. He passed away not long ago, and the silence he left behind still feels unreal.

I didn’t know how to say goodbye with words, so I used my hands instead. Every line of this sketch holds a memory—his smile, his strength, the way he made me feel safe.

I drew him to keep him close, to honor the man who shaped my world. If this touches you, please leave a heart   for a father who will never be forgotten.