Two months gone already :)
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you and whispered, "Come to Me". With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away. And although we love you dearly, we could not make you stay A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. Is been two months since dad passed away. I find myself thinking a bit about how losing him has affected my life in good and bad ways. The good being my continuing in the field of academia, doing something I love each and every day and learning to live life to its fullest at all times. The bad being I find myself detaching from people I love because I think it may be easier if I lose them as well. I avoid looking at photographs or listening to songs that spark certain memories because I only get angry or sad. I often feel cheated and lonely so I try to fill the void with things that may not be good...