September 10, 2015, 

I Miss You Dad

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose him all at once; you lose him in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and his scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in his closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of him that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that he's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part. (this was the note I wrote when I knew I lost him)

I lost my father when I was ten years old. It was very hard that time for a teenager like me. He is the only person who listens to my stories and the only person that understands me. My heart was broken a million times knowing that there's no way to see him again. All I can do is think of the the happy times we had together. I know and I could feel that he is just right next to me. Watching and guiding me in every triumph and failure I have. If only there's a line in heaven so I can call him and talk to him just for once, I swear I will.

I love you and I miss you Dad!


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