Memories of my Dad

Remembering you is easy; I do it every day. Missing you is the heartache that never goes away.

Dad, I don’t think I ever told you this before you left, ‘I love you so much.’ It seems late, but I thought you could live forever, I thought you are still going to stay with me until I have kids then we can go for summer breaks as one big family.

I never for once saw death lurking around. You were healthy and fit when we come back from our early morning jogging—something we have always done together for over ten years.

You taught me how to let out my pains and worries through running. You said it was the best way to leave the world, and it is troubling. Jogging alone has been more like depression as it brings back every memory of you, dad.

Most at times, I feel like everything is a dream, and you can run along with me as well. You went too soon and too swift that I never felt it coming. Dad, you were my only sibling and parent.

Even after mom left when I was five, you became my mom and dad; you never lacked in both aspects. If I could make a wish for anything right now, it is for you to come back to me, Dad.

Losing you has been the strongest thing I wake up to each day. At times, I linger more in bed, hoping you can wake me as you have always done. I miss you so much, dad.

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