Losing a parent before they can see you accomplish your dreams is heartbreaking.

Some of us live the life we do just to make our parents proud. We call them when we pass a hard test, get a new job or when something good in life happens. Your parents are the ones that thrive off your happiness.

If you’re happy, they’re happy.

Along with all the grieving that comes with losing a parent, comes a void that will always be there. I can't call my dad when I have good or bad news.

I almost hate when something great happens because I can't tell him. He would never know what university I chose to attend or what my dreams are today.

There is so much he doesn’t know because I lost him too soon.

Sometimes I even find myself wondering what he would want.

Would he be happy with what my goals are now?

I can’t answer for him, but I always try to think about what he might have thought was best.

There’s also the thought of my future far along the road. Some people can imagine their parents at their wedding and in their children’s lives.

My dad will never be able to walk me down an aisle and if I ever one day have a child, they’re never going to know who their grandfather was.

Oh, and when something bad happens, it’s even worse. I couldn’t imagine how many times I’ve cried in the last two years over things he would have had an answer to. Whenever I needed advice he would always be there to give it to me.

Now I just feel like I have to figure things out on my own. Sure I have many other resources to get advice from or get answers to. But it’s never as easy as a phone call anymore or getting advice from someone you know genuinely cares.

In the end, it’s forced me to become smarter and stronger than most people my age. I feel like I got a taste of reality before I graduated college. And for those who wonder if it gets better?

It’s been two years and I’m not going to lie to you, it never does.

It gets easier to cope with, but no, it never gets better.