Father’s Day Without Him: The Magic That Remains

This Father’s Day will be my first without him.

The first time I will wake up on Sunday and not feel his physical presence somewhere in the world. Not hear his voice. Not hold his hand.

But somehow, I know… he’s Still here.

You see, my father was not loud with his love.

He didn’t have to say “I love you” all the time—because He was Love.

It lived in his every gesture, in the tone of his voice, in the way he showed up, steady and True.

He didn’t perform fatherhood with grand words.

He was a father in the quietest, Truest way.

Present. Available. Constant.

Never needing to prove his love—because you felt it the moment you walked into the room.

His Love didn’t arrive in waves.

It was a current.

Always flowing.

Always known.

This is what I Carry now.

Not just memories—but the feel of him.

The Logic of how he lived, the way he loved, the example he set.

He was a man of depth and simplicity.

Of empathy wrapped in Wit.

A magician by hobby, yes—but a Wizard by nature.

Because what is a Wizard, really, if not someone who changes the world with Quiet Power?

Someone who knows the Spell of Presence.,

who understands how to steady a room with Calm,

who teaches Wisdom without raising his voice?

That was my Dad.

And though this Father’s Day aches in the empty space he once filled,

I also feel the legacy of his Love in Everything.

In the Logic that Guides my Thoughts.

In the humility I strive to live by.

In the patience I now understand.

In the Love I hope I give my own children—without needing to say it, but simply by being.

So for anyone who is grieving this Father’s Day…

Let us remember:

The men we’ve lost are not lost at all.

They live in the Magic they left behind.

They live in the steady Love they poured into us.

And they live in how we now carry them forward—with Grace, with Strength, and with Heart.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

You were Everything

And STILL are.