February 2012
4 posts
I am no longer afraid of the dark.
I used to be.
But things are different now.
I haven’t been afraid of the dark, or the horrors that might lie waiting in it, since my father passed away. Its funny, because I wouldn’t dare to close my eyes after watching a horror movie, even when he was alive. Maybe now that I know his physical body’s gone now, I can console myself that...
You used to hold my hand as I learned how to stand and walk on my own.
24 years later, I held your hand as you learned to let go, and to let me stand on my own two feet.
Hello papa,
It’s been 33 days since you went away.
You left such a huge void in my life when you left, and it really did feel
, at least for a while, like I would never be able to be completely happy again.
I cried myself to sleep for the majority of nights since you went away.
And then I saw you, one more time. I don’t know if it was a dream or a vision; you coming back...