Seven years, to the day, since my father passed away. And it still feels raw, the wound, still bleeds stifled tears and chokes me every time, all the time I want to hug him. That warm papabear hug which could always/never save me.

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Roshni said…
I am sorry... I guess it never gets better. I'll ask my Papa to look after yours ..and I'll pray for fortitude for all of us.
kAy said…
Ah. My birth day.
Wonder why I found my way here after so many months.
Phitaymaun said…
Old habits die hard.

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