I miss you.

I miss you.

It’s been a year since you left us. You gave us your wings of wisdom and flew back to god, who welcomed his favourite angel back with open arms. You know I can never forget this day. Years ago, I was born today. A year ago, you died. 

I can’t walk into that house anymore without hearing your voice holler from the kitchen. It takes me a second to realize that it’s coming from inside my head. Your voice is always inside my head. During the hard days, I hear you telling me to keep my chin up. During the good days, I feel your radiant smile beaming at me and although I know you are nowhere around, it makes me feel a little better inside. 

The only grief I hold is how much pain you endured. Till your last breath, you showed me how to stay courageous and keep fighting to survive and strive in this world. While people must go and while I have made my peace with it, I will continue to believe that you deserved a more peaceful goodbye. 

Remember how our family had the wackiest superstition that anytime a clock stops ticking in our house, it means somebody’s gone? When I had woken up on the day, the clock had stopped. That’s when I knew you were gone. I knew that in the war against cancer, your heart had stopped beating. I’ll never forget that day.

Your daughters are not the same anymore. They smile less, laugh less, and talk less. They've finally learned how to stop fighting with each other. I think they've begun to relish in the comfort of having each other. They miss you. They know I miss you. I know they'll never forget that day. They can't look me in the eye sometimes. I don't blame them, I know what goes through their minds.

We'll meet again one day, and I'll hear your melodious laughter ring in my ears when I tell you that Buddy managed to wag his tail so fast, he sprained it.

Until then, I'll miss you.