Dear Dad,
Am wondering how you are.
It's Father's Day today. It's the third Father's Day without you.
As I'm writing this, I'm missing you again - painful and sad.
I still have images of you - you eating your favourite bread, you drinking your milk, me kissing your forehead, me holding your hands, you in the hospital, you being so helpless, you leaving us, you being assaulted by very high fever, you lying there broken - leaving us, you being lifeless, me holding your lifeless hands, me bidding you my final goodbyes... but have I really said my goodbyes?
These images have yet to leave my mind's eyes. Glimpses of them bring tears to my eyes, pain to my heart, sadness to my soul. Why am I hanging on to these?
When will these shadows of you leave my mind? When will these shadows cease to bring tears to my eyes and pain to my heart? When will they cease to overcome me with sadness?
Am thinking more of you and Ma these days. Don't know why.
Missing you, missing you, missing you.
But I'm glad to be missing you. Because I love you.
Til we meet again one day, I will live well my life on earth.
Sophie
