Today marks the 1 year since I saw you, spoke to you, touched your hand or just sat in your presence. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your sense of humour, your words of wisdom and the sound of your laughter. I miss you and everything that is related to you.
There are days when it feels like it happened just yesterday, the loss is like that. Some days you move on in your life forgetting about everything but then there are days when it cuts you to the core and the memories are strong.
I wish I could be a little girl again who had to just shed a tear and papa's arms would be around her, assuring that he would protect her from the bad, bad world.
I know that I still carry him in my heart and recall his memory to guide me through the complicated paths of my life. I draw strength from his memories. I have a strong faith in his total devotion and love for me. Doing this has helped a little, I do admit. But of course this could never be as good as real thing. NEVER. But yeah as we all know something is better than nothing.
Carrying his memory to all significant moments is obviously better than always feeling the void that he has left behind which will never ever be filled again. I love him today just as much as I loved him a year back.
Now the DAY is much awaited when I will die and will see him again.
