2 years later, it hasn’t gotten an easier. I still struggle to accept the fact that I can’t pick up the phone and hear his voice whenever I need a little advice. I’m not sure if it will ever get easier. I still haven’t learnt how to live without my king. So here’s one more letter with all that I wish I could tell daddy right now.
Another letter to Dad, this time as I’m trying to get through my first Father’s Day without him. I can never be grateful enough for all that he’s given me in life. The pain has not got any better 9 months after losing him, and I’m still not ready to live without him.
A letter to daddy who left us two weeks ago, as we're adjusting our lives to learn how to live without him. Nothing can fill the empitness in our hearts right now. Daddy, Where do I begin? I’m not meant to be writing this... not for another 20 to 30 years at least. Words usually... Continue Reading →