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I had not wanted to write anything today. I thought that maybe it's just better to remember quietly and keep the thoughts close to my heart.
But three-quarters of the day has passed and still my mind drifts to my father who passed away twenty-four years ago today.
Much as I tried to stay busy, walking around and eventually baking a cake to keep occupied, I still wondered about my dad.
There are so many questions about death and answers are still unknown. Perhaps that is why people are never really able to forget. Some can, I guess but for me, it's still difficult and every anniversary brings a sadness that stays for awhile.
Today, as I breathe in and out, I think of my dad again and again. No point fighting it.