[30/05 8:44 am]
I had my father and everyone, until he left us. I realized the time I had with him and everyone together, I did cherish those moments but I lost a person. Time showed me what I have to leave behind.
We kind of moved on, gathering all the strength, believing in connection and people. But then, my uncle had to stay with the lost time and the same time pushed us forward.
Time passed and things changed, but the emotion of losing a person stayed. Later my dog bid us goodbye.
Each time I can see myself not able to stop by and weep, instead moving on with time.
I am done rushing. I want to stay behind and reminisce the memories, watch the ghosts of my past dancing in front of me.
I am yet to see more deaths and sometimes it feels I am numb to tragedies, and at the same time I just want to weep, scream and hope everything is just a dream.
That I will wake up in the night and rush to the door, to see my father waiting for me at the doorstep with a puppy in his hands.