Gone But Will Never Ever Be Forgotten
I always have a recurrent dream; I am back home and meet my father.
I hug and kiss him with tears in my eyes, the tears of unexpected sudden happiness.
My heart will be full with real happiness.
I feel it because I realize my father is alive.
He did not pass away as the people told me.
I tell myself that all of the people were lying to me.
All the people were either liars or wrong.
He is alive.
He is standing in front of me and we are talking.
It is just a matter of time before I wake up and realize that I was just dreaming.
I wake up with a huge unbearable pain and deep disappointment, the pain and bitterness of his loss, acknowledge my own delusion and my despairing attempts to deny the reality.
I just cannot accept the fact that he is gone and make peace with it.
I just cannot believe he is gone.
I just cannot believe he is gone.
One day I entered my room and I was stunned.
I stopped for a while to meditate on my room, telling myself, "This is not my room! Where am I?" "This room is my father's room, not mine, Where am I?" Everything in it looks like his room.
Everything! It was unintentional.
I also never realized how much I look like my father until that moment I looked at my room.
There were many scattered books around my bed and on the table.
I have not finished reading them.
This was same way that my father used to arrange his books and read them in his room! My heart is full of gratitude toward you, my father; everything is beautiful in me because of you.
Everything is good in me because of you.
I look like you in many ways.
There are no words that can truly express how much I miss you and miss everything about you, your talks, your intelligence, your incredible sense of humor, your intellectual ability, your charisma, and above all, the trait in your personality that I and everyone who admired it in you and bowed respectfully to it which is your great good heart, your high humanitarian sense and your compassion.
You were not only a devoted husband and father to your family, you were not only a good person, but you were a great person on all accounts.
You instilled in my heart and my siblings's hearts something not all fathers may be capable to do which is, our unconditional ongoing love for you.
We are so proud of you, our great father.
I always remember our most memorable sweet times when you and I every Friday used to cross a bridge in our town together, on our way to the famous market of books to buy books and read together.
Every new place I go, I remember you and wish you were here with me.
Every success I have, I wish you were here and shared my happiness with me.
I wish you were with me to witness every accomplishment in my life.
Sometimes I wonder where you are now and what happened to you.
Have you come to know how much we loved you and shed tears for your departure and weep at your grave.
Have you come to know how we hurt because we never had the chance to show you how much we really love you? you have gone too soon and unexpectedly.
I still remember you that last time I saw you when you dropped me off at the airport.
I never thought when I was saying good- bye to you that it was the last good-bye and that I would never be able to see you again.
I still remember the last phone conversation.
I still remember your voice.
I still remember everything.
I am sorry I was unable to be there for you when you needed me the most.
It was out of my control.
A part of me died when you were gone my great father.
I miss you with every breath.
I died in many ways.
I mourn your loss every day, every day.
There is nothing that is left in my heart except a deep everlasting unhealed wound.
The everlasting wound of losing you.
Your loss shattered my heart and left my life void.
Your loss damaged my heart.
I always feel there is something missing.
There is something missing.
I will never be able to get over my loss.
You are always my only true hero.
You have been always in my heart and thoughts.
I have never gotten the chance to reward you for being so compassionate a father to me, but I will definitely honor your name and your memory.
I will always live in your shadow, with memories of you and your legacy.
You are gone but will never ever be forgotten.
I hug and kiss him with tears in my eyes, the tears of unexpected sudden happiness.
My heart will be full with real happiness.
I feel it because I realize my father is alive.
He did not pass away as the people told me.
I tell myself that all of the people were lying to me.
All the people were either liars or wrong.
He is alive.
He is standing in front of me and we are talking.
It is just a matter of time before I wake up and realize that I was just dreaming.
I wake up with a huge unbearable pain and deep disappointment, the pain and bitterness of his loss, acknowledge my own delusion and my despairing attempts to deny the reality.
I just cannot accept the fact that he is gone and make peace with it.
I just cannot believe he is gone.
I just cannot believe he is gone.
One day I entered my room and I was stunned.
I stopped for a while to meditate on my room, telling myself, "This is not my room! Where am I?" "This room is my father's room, not mine, Where am I?" Everything in it looks like his room.
Everything! It was unintentional.
I also never realized how much I look like my father until that moment I looked at my room.
There were many scattered books around my bed and on the table.
I have not finished reading them.
This was same way that my father used to arrange his books and read them in his room! My heart is full of gratitude toward you, my father; everything is beautiful in me because of you.
Everything is good in me because of you.
I look like you in many ways.
There are no words that can truly express how much I miss you and miss everything about you, your talks, your intelligence, your incredible sense of humor, your intellectual ability, your charisma, and above all, the trait in your personality that I and everyone who admired it in you and bowed respectfully to it which is your great good heart, your high humanitarian sense and your compassion.
You were not only a devoted husband and father to your family, you were not only a good person, but you were a great person on all accounts.
You instilled in my heart and my siblings's hearts something not all fathers may be capable to do which is, our unconditional ongoing love for you.
We are so proud of you, our great father.
I always remember our most memorable sweet times when you and I every Friday used to cross a bridge in our town together, on our way to the famous market of books to buy books and read together.
Every new place I go, I remember you and wish you were here with me.
Every success I have, I wish you were here and shared my happiness with me.
I wish you were with me to witness every accomplishment in my life.
Sometimes I wonder where you are now and what happened to you.
Have you come to know how much we loved you and shed tears for your departure and weep at your grave.
Have you come to know how we hurt because we never had the chance to show you how much we really love you? you have gone too soon and unexpectedly.
I still remember you that last time I saw you when you dropped me off at the airport.
I never thought when I was saying good- bye to you that it was the last good-bye and that I would never be able to see you again.
I still remember the last phone conversation.
I still remember your voice.
I still remember everything.
I am sorry I was unable to be there for you when you needed me the most.
It was out of my control.
A part of me died when you were gone my great father.
I miss you with every breath.
I died in many ways.
I mourn your loss every day, every day.
There is nothing that is left in my heart except a deep everlasting unhealed wound.
The everlasting wound of losing you.
Your loss shattered my heart and left my life void.
Your loss damaged my heart.
I always feel there is something missing.
There is something missing.
I will never be able to get over my loss.
You are always my only true hero.
You have been always in my heart and thoughts.
I have never gotten the chance to reward you for being so compassionate a father to me, but I will definitely honor your name and your memory.
I will always live in your shadow, with memories of you and your legacy.
You are gone but will never ever be forgotten.
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