11 years without you dad.
And yes, 11 years already. 11
years of absence, 11 years of long silence ... and not a day without me
thinking of you.
You left. And with you, part of
me too.
My mourning has been long. We
will say that I have not forgotten anything about you but that I ended up making
a reason.
You left. One morning early, it
was over.
Like that, all at once.
Overnight.
You fell breathless. You are gone
for good.
The days, weeks and months that
followed were very hard. I think I was in denial.
It's impossible for me to admit
this tragedy. My pain was incredible.
That morning, when I heard the
news, I had the shock of my life.
My heart jumped and I felt
something inside me break.
An old relative crossing me told
me "It's comforting, it's good! He did not suffer at least! ".
Good... please don’t say that !
You do not know anything about it.
My father, my darling daddy is
dead.
And I lost foot as well as envy.
I began to smile again, to walk
without faltering, to make plans, to continue.
To accept this immense pain for
me in the eyes of my friends.
To assume my own feelings too,
this buried wrench.
It's the mother of a childhood
friend seeing me who told her that even if my smile was there, my eyes were not
there.
My eyes were off. My soul was
bruised.
11years, darling dad.
It's long, it's hardly
believable, but I succeeded.
I got out of it. I indulged in
caring my mother and my father’s adopted daughter (grand daughter)my niece. A
little fulfilled and so full of life.
And the flame has been rekindled.
Because I hung on and continued to move forward.
So yes, you're gone. For 11
years, in other words yesterday in my space-time.
But I know you're watching over
where you are today.
I know you're smiling at us
because I'm smiling too.
I also know that if nothing
lasts, you must absolutely enjoy life and follow his desires.
I salute you my dad from here
downstairs.
I love you and I think of you.
Your darling daughter.
xoxo
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