Memories of my father

Momories of my father lingers. I don't know what got into me these days but I missed my father so much, all I could do is think of him, no matter what I do. He is my last thought when i fall asleep and the first one to pop up in my mind when I woke up. If I have one wish, I will wish for my father back, even if that wish will last only for a minute, there are so many things that I need to tell and I know that he will listen to each and every of my story, so to say, with patience and would encourage me when I feel that I am falling apart.

I remember the day when cancer took my father's life away. It was 31st March, 2001, 3:30pm, I was holding his hand and called him over and over, but then I took my hand away, not daring to feel life going out from my father, not daring to feel his warm hands going cold. I remeber how he looked at us before he went away, looking at my mother then his children, knowing that his time had come. I miss my father. Though I've never told him while he was alive, but he is the best Dad and I love him with all my heart.