my dad disappeared 7 years ago and was found in front of our house

my dad went missing 7 years ago. they found him. in front of our house. as a body.

he was like. a superman kind of person, you know? loved music so much he wanted me to become a violinist. i'd take lessons and then come home and play for him, and at night i'd fall asleep using his arm as a pillow while he told me old stories.

that's literally all i have. i was so young i can barely remember anything. the time i had with him feels like a blurry smudged photo in my head. but the violin, and those stories he told me. those are still sharp somehow. crystal clear.

the day he passed, me and my sister cried the whole taxi ride to the funeral hall. raining that day. i still remember that.

now i don't even remember how to play violin anymore. i don't remember his voice.

but i just want to meet him. even once. even in a dream.