We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
To lose your parents is something that you dreaded so much. You pray every single day that they will live to see you get married, have kids, etc, etc. But a dream is just a dream, and worse, this dream of mine will never ever came true.
It hurts, when you see other people talking happily about their parents and you have to put up a poker face so that nobody know that it really is killing you inside. I still cry, and will always cry when i think about my parents. Losing my mom wasn't that heartbreaking because i can already foresee it. She's been sicked for 3 years, been in and out of the hospital. I even prayed to God to spare her the agony because i couldn't bear to see her like that. Losing my dad however, was something i never expected it to be. To have him exhaled his last breath right in front of me so peacefully..............
I'm proud to have them as my parents, and i hope they were proud of me as their daughter. I'm trying to be brave and to continue with my life, though it's a big hurdle without parents giving you mental support.
I can’t repay the lessons that you taught when I was small...
Or give you gift for gift the daily treasures I recall.
I can’t return encouragement and loving words of praise...
In quite the way you did for me through all my childhood days.
But there is one gift that I can give, It’s all the love you’ve earned...
For love is what you always taught... And love is what I learned.
Alfatihah
