Not over yet

It'll almost be a year now...sad memories keep flashing in my head...scenes in the hospital...walking in the avenues of Makati to get solicitations...holding his cold frail hand...watching him struggle for air...the tragic day of my life. I've never known happiness since then. I miss my dad so much, especially now that I spend most of my time either in the hospital or in Batangas. I miss him so much. I couldn't get over the fact that he is gone. Gone forever.