it's been a year since daddie died and yet..i still have that feeling that i am going to see him again. i still see him so clearly in my mind. i guess i haven't let go.
oh, i know that he never is going to come back. but knowing something doesn't mean that you can turn away from wishing something else.
everyone feels the loss. my 6-year-old daughter hasn't forgotten him, sometimes just blurting out of the blue, "i miss dodo" (her pet name for her lolo) in the middle of her play, perhaps remembering the time when my daddie would play with her. my sister has become more reclusive since his death, her pain greater, i guess, since among us all she was the one most like him. and my mother? well, you know how mothers are. like a lighthouse in the middle of the stormy sea, scarred and all but still strong and giving light to those in need.
but in time, i know, we shall all heal. we simply must move on because, no matter what we do, life does go on..
hopefully i will reach that point of acceptance of reality soon. or sooner. it's just that life isn't the same anymore without him. and i really miss him. we all do.