The Journey. It’s Mine.

…my father died on this date, sometime between 2:30 and 3:00 that Monday afternoon.

Even if I don’t close my eyes, i can see him in my mind smiling at me with those trademark laugh-lines that appears when his eyes laugh. And I rarely know a person whose eyes laugh on their own.

Though I don’t cry that often anymore, there is this slight ache in the middle of my chest that don’t go away each time I think of him.

Two years. But i sill remember that sad day like it was yesterday.

ayan ang sakit na ng dibdib ko...

I guess I will miss him forever.