BEING FORTY: dad
as I wrote here,
https://wulliewullie.blogspot.com/2019/05/life-begins-at-forty.html
and I wrote before,
https://wulliewullie.blogspot.com/2019/03/ma-n-pa.html
Still I cannot believe that he's already gone.
I can still hear his voice.
I can still feel his presence.
Specially at night, after Isya, he often stay for coffee and tv.
I can still hear the phone rings when I come back late from the office, listen to his voice asking me when will I be home.
This is too hard for me.
It is like I'm loosing my spine and courageous facing life.
Never thought loosing him is going to be this painful and I got suffocated every time I reminisce him. Often times I scream inside calling out his name
"Bapaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak"
When I brush my teeth,
when I exhale,
when in shower,
Would you come in my dream?
I just want to ask you,
"Are you okay?"
"Has god been treating you nice?"
"I miss you"
https://wulliewullie.blogspot.com/2019/05/life-begins-at-forty.html
and I wrote before,
https://wulliewullie.blogspot.com/2019/03/ma-n-pa.html
Still I cannot believe that he's already gone.
I can still hear his voice.
I can still feel his presence.
Specially at night, after Isya, he often stay for coffee and tv.
I can still hear the phone rings when I come back late from the office, listen to his voice asking me when will I be home.
This is too hard for me.
It is like I'm loosing my spine and courageous facing life.
Never thought loosing him is going to be this painful and I got suffocated every time I reminisce him. Often times I scream inside calling out his name
"Bapaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak"
When I brush my teeth,
when I exhale,
when in shower,
Would you come in my dream?
I just want to ask you,
"Are you okay?"
"Has god been treating you nice?"
"I miss you"