The Eighth Anniversary of my Father’s Death

It is that time of the year, where I remember my Father passing away to the next world and leaving me crying and lonely in this world. There is never a day where I don’t miss him. If I can only hear his voice and record it so that I can preserve it and listen to it whenever I feel sad or depressed. I have some of the handwritings in a letter he has written and I have preserved it. I know that it is crazy to even mention it to anyone who has not lost a loved one as precious as your parent but it is what is that I have at least a collection of the memory I had with him in my possession. I am sure some of my siblings may have the same. Even after so many years, it is hard to believe he is not here to guide me when I need some guidance or support in his advice and wisdom or just encouragement to not lose hope and keep on trying. There is no other person in the world that can be as sympathetic and supportive as your father. I just can’t believe it been such a long time since I lost him as it seems like yesterday that I used to talk to him on the phone or just enjoy his company. It is so emotional for me to even talk about him that I will end this tribute to him and may he rest in peace in a place where there are no worries and it is always happiness and tranquility. I miss you and love you daddy.