Yvm Daphne Dad Now

Y is for the Yes he gave before I asked. V is for the Voice that steadied my own. M is for the Miles he walked so I could run.

He taught her that strength isn’t a shout. It’s a shadow—always there, even when you forget to look. Yvm Daphne Dad

He wasn’t a man of many speeches. His language was in the tightening of a bicycle chain before dawn, the even heat of a pancake on a Sunday, the way he’d stand in the doorway just to make sure she got home safe. Y is for the Yes he gave before I asked