Last night, was looking at old pictures of my dad. It brought back fond memories. But even they could not erase the painful scenes at the hospital during his last days. I know he is in safe hands, but I could not help missing him... terribly... And it aches even more becoz he's flown so far away, and I can't reach him...
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This morning, before leaving for work, I saw my mom holding their wedding photos in her hands. She misses him as much as I do, perhaps even more. But I can't talk to her about him, becoz if I do, I'll start to cry.
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