Usually, when we have a bad dream, we just have to wake up then everything will be fine. Not this time.
My father died a week ago. It was a huge surprise to everybody because he didn't have any illness that could kill him. He's a healthy and a very fit man because he was a former soldier in the military. It really comes as a surprise to us when suddenly, just like that, he was gone forever. It was very depressing to me since I'm always with him. My mom was devastated and my brother
I never seen him cried before. Now he's like father to me, advising me things and telling me that it's gonna be OK which is very awkward.
I never looked at my father in the wake since I want to remember him as a happy, strong person that he is when I last saw him. It's like, every thing that I see reminds me of him. I kept thinking about him every minute. The thing he usually does at every hour. His habits. The things I should have said and done. I should have hugged him and kissed him and told him that I love him. I never did any of those to him as he never wants me to.
He's a very funny and friendly person. He has lots of friends because he always talk nicely to people. When you talk to him the first time, he'll always end up talking about his travels abroad. Most especially Singapore since he lived there with my Mom, sister and my nephew. We laugh at him always because he always talks about it.
He has a lot of dreams. He never stopped dreaming even at his age of 60. He's supposed to buy a new house and a new van. And he was already booked for a flight on the 20th to Singapore with my mom to look after my nephew. Now, all our plans was changed.
I miss him a lot.