It's long weekend break, a cause of celebration, yet it felt like no celebration need to be done.
I feel like telling the whole world, how I lost you. Yet, something withhold me, urging me to remain silent. Had I wanted sympathy? Had I wanted consolation? Had I just wanted to outburst my emotions? I've no idea at all.
Dad, it's been a month since you left us. Has it been long? I'm not sure. But do rest assured that we still do think of you, now and then. Hope that you are doing well at the other side. Hope there's no more pain and misery. We will take care of ourselves as usual. Don't worry for us. I'm sure you'll be thinking of the same, too, that we should know how to take care of ourselves by now, as we've all grown up.
Did I tell you that, that day out of the blue, I just feel so sad that the tears just rolled down unknowingly, because I recalled the day before you left us until your very last moment with us. The images are still so vivid and fresh in mind, and the words are so clear in the mind.
Did you know that we had visited the restaurant that you used to bring us go last time? I think it had been ages since we have last gone there. It was one of your favourite eating places as its business hours starts quite early. A good place to go for meal before the sun sets. Guess it'll be one of our eating places now, when we run out of ideas of where to eat.
It just feel better, to put thoughts in words.