By Princess Crystal
Some people are born into your life. Others become it.
For me, that person was my Papa.
He wasn’t just the man who raised me—he was my best friend. My safe place. My protector. And out of the three of us kids… I was his favorite.
Everyone knew it. He never said it out loud, but he didn’t have to. I felt it in the way he looked at me, stood up for me, and showed up—always.
The Bond That Can’t Be Explained
From the beginning, it was different with Papa and me. He didn’t just raise me, he knew me. He understood my heart without me having to say a word. He taught me how to stand tall, how to love fiercely, and how to laugh at the little things.
When life felt too big, Papa made it small and simple again.
When I doubted myself, he reminded me who I was.
When I messed up, he never made me feel like a failure—just a work in progress.
His Fight, and My Goodbye
Lung cancer took him away, but only physically. Watching him fight that battle was one of the hardest things I’ve ever lived through. He was strong until the very end—but still gentle with me. Still more worried about how I was doing than what he was going through.
And when he left this world, a piece of me went with him.
Grief doesn’t come in clean lines. It hits in waves—in a memory, a smell, a song. Sometimes I still reach for the phone to call him. Sometimes I cry when no one’s watching. And sometimes I smile because I can still hear his voice in my head, saying, “You got this, kid.”
Still My Safe Place
Even now, Papa is still with me. In every step I take. In every decision I face. In every quiet moment when I just need to feel loved.
He protected me my whole life—and in many ways, I know he still is. I carry his lessons, his strength, and his love like armor. I try to make him proud. I try to live with the same heart he showed me how to have.
To Anyone Who’s Lost Their Person
If you’ve lost someone like that—someone who made the world feel safe, someone who saw you like no one else did—please know this:
You’re not alone.
You are still loved.
And it’s okay to cry, to laugh at old memories, and to keep talking to them in your heart.
Love that deep doesn’t die. It just shifts form. It lives on through you.
I miss you, Papa.
More than words can say.
Thank you for raising me, for loving me like you did, and for making me your favorite.
Forever your girl.
Copyright 2025
Crystal Amon
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