Math is always difficult. Calculating is difficult. Calculating with pain in your heart is worst.
Its been 7 days since you left us. And I still feel you around. I still feel devastated, miss you terribly dad. Today I was doing the dishes and I broke down, because you always do the dishes. I miss see you standing at the sink doing your thing.
I miss you terribly.
I still walk the same streets, wear the same clothes. But it’s all a new dimension. How I long to feel normal again, like I didn’t have a hole in my heart. I wished for normalcy.
I somehow still, wanting to hear the machines beeping and want to see the waveric movement in your chest. I wished I could touch your face once more, I wished I could kiss your forehead, comb your oily silvered strands, rub your belly.
I miss you more and more everyday papa.
Are you listening. Are you there.
I love you.