As I contemplate my father’s empty bedroom, I am overwhelmed with sadness. It’s been two months since my father passed away and I can still feel his presence. There are times that I relive that day, the day I lost him. I remember when we were talking for a moment and a few minutes later he collapsed. As my father closes his eyes in the meantime, I’m screaming please open your eyes and tell me you’re fine. While I contemplate his empty bedroom, I sit in his bed waiting to hear his voice. I can’t believe it’s been two months since you passed away. I miss him too much.
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