I won’t be here on Saturday because of classes I’m attending on weekends so I’m putting this in advance.
This coming Saturday, it’s going to be exactly 3 years since my Dad left us after battling with cancer.
It still seems like just yesterday when he was still alive. Can’t believe it’s already 3 years now. It still feels like he’s walking somewhere near the house, looking for clothes to wash, since he doesn’t like dirty clothes to be thrown around. I can still hear his voice telling me to study hard, get a good job and do good to others.
This is pathetic. I know.
I miss him, alright.
I’m gonna stop crying now.