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.
I had started writing this post last year, but never actually published it. Reason being that I couldn’t imagine how difficult a day like this is for anyone who lost a mother, isn’t close or on good terms with their mother, is trying to become a mother, or has lost a child. After losing daddy 8 months ago though, I truly feel that we should celebrate our parents and their endless love for us, every day of our lives.
I think it's truly amazing how parents manage to instil in us 'loves' and 'passions' for a number of different things. I know I definitely got the love for music and dance from my parents, which seems to have been passed onto them by their parents and grandparents. It also seems that with each generation... Continue Reading →