Today marks the 15th death year anniversary of my father. 15 years have passed yet it seemed like it was just yesterday when I woke up to the sound of my mother's weep. It still seemed surreal to me until now.
I'm a certified daddy's girl. Losing him at such a tender age of 13 was difficult and painful. It was hard growing up without your old man beside you. His pieces of advice are encouraging, helps me make it through the hard day. His gentle pat on the shoulder gives comfort. Nothing beats the warm hug and love from a father.
I know you're happier wherever you are.
I know you're watching over me.
I know I made you proud because you've seen me making my way around and I became a better person, stronger than I was before.
We missed you. But we can only find comfort in the thought that someday when the time is right we will see each other again...