A roadside grave...

All these years wasted...all those memories haunting me...how you talked, how you laughed, how you made funny faces...your deep voice...the way you touched my shoulder, the way you waited for me...when you would take my darkest day and make it the brightest ever...when birthdays were not lonely...how my life seemed full...how everything felt so right and worth the struggle for...when I didn't have to look in all the wrong places for a little bit of happiness...how you maintained my peace of mind...the times we laughed till we cried...those war and 007 movies you wanted me to watch with you...the beautiful lessons in life you taught me...that day when you told me about how helping others would bring the greatest joy...the beautiful dresses you gave me...times when we would all go on long drives in your car...how you taught me to take care of pets...the way your face lit up when I gave you a hug...when nothing seemed to matter...when everything was just fine...that Saturday morning when you didnt wake up...when the clear blue sky fell upon me and turned my happy world to the hell I've known so far...the day you left me never to come back...we all face the same fate but you went way too early...maybe because you were larger than life and was meant to be here only for a short while...my life has never been the same without you...there's a huge void even if I achieve the best of the best......the deafening silence of your absence is hard to bear...but I know Love never fails...your Love has made me trudge along...if only memories and tears can bring you back, you'd be here with me today...I havent come across anyone else who loved me the way you did...unconditionally and so brilliantly...miss you eternally Dad. To all the people passing by this, you are now no more than a grave by the roadside, but to Ma, Sis and me, it's a reminder of the all too few treasured moments we spent with you. God speed till we meet again in His garden to be together forever...no closure till then.

I'm not at my best guys....just feeling a bit depressed...and memories of my dad adds to the pain...no I didnt write this to get any sympathy...never wanted it from anyone 'cos it doesnt change a thing about how I feel...just that I wanted to talk to him and so I wrote this. And I have written about him in the past from time to time...if you want to read one of them you can go here. In real, he doesnt have a grave 'cos we put his ashes into a river.You just drove past this roadside (rather blogside) grave of my dad and there's an invisible and an ever-growing lake of tears next to it...it's mine.