These few days I kept thinking of my dad.
I still doubt of his death.
For me, he wasn't dead yet.
I could feel his existence.
I could feel that he was around shielding me from any harm.
Even though, he was dead but for me I thought that he went for long holidays.
I don't know why I couldn't accept his death.
Maybe his death was something unbelievable and something that just came too quick.
I wished I could listened to what he said before his last breathe.
Maybe things wouldn't turn out to be like this.
Sigh, whatever it was, that was fact and unchangeable.
I just hoped that I could meet him. =(