Life Goes On..

^{My dad's burial cross}
Quick. With a snap of a finger, my life has changed. My dad is no longer breathing in this world. It hasn't quite sunk in yet. I still can't believe it, but I accepted the fact that he's gone. Too let myself feels better, I kept telling others and myself, that he's no longer suffering. My house was crowded. I see lots of people from the past. When my dad was younger, I used to followed him to his friends' house. They've gotten old. What hits me was, they're still here, but not my dad.



^{..and it smells like flower field.}
Thank you to all that came and give us, the whole family, your supports. Thank you for the hugs and words. We appreciated it so much. No matter how much it hurts admitting that dad's no longer here, I need to move on. Go forward and live on. I am still confuse and didn't know what exactly to write tonight. So I'll write until here.


Thank you for reading. Have a nice day.

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