is You, Dad.

I still remember the gentle smile and soothing laughter you made, I still dream about you, I still miss you and wishing that you were still alive.

My father died of a stroke and a kidney failure, he was a strong and dilligent man when he had the first stroke he was trying to learn how to walk by himself, not wanting any help and to be pitied and dislike to be spoilt by his kids, he still worked and bring food the table, still act as a father and the head of the family, he was wise and taught us many things by his actions, God loves him more than I do but that's okay coz I know I'll meet him again someday.

I still remember he smiled weakly to me but so warm that made me cry and begged him to get better and to forgive me as he was lying on the ICU's bed, I told him that I love him so much and held his hand, but he died the next day.

I was told hundreds of people came to his funeral but all I could remember that I was all alone on the day that I kissed your cheeks and said goodbyes, all I could see was emptiness and knowing my life is never be the same since then, I stayed at your grave after the burial and I could feel the droplets of rain as if the sky was mourning too.

I'm so lost without you.