2017

While doing my work, closing an old file, I see it was dated 9.10.2017. And I speak to myself, daddy was still here with us. It was his last birthday. Was only last year. Trying to remember how it was celebrated. And I cant remember. The only memories of him that I have left in my head was, the moment when he was in pain at the hospital. Everytime that thought came into my head, I am trying to let it go, but I realize I didnt want to. No matter how bad or good the memories were, if it was of him, I dont want to get rid of em. I will live like that. Till the end.