I don’t know what day of the week it is, but I know it’s my dad’s birthday today. My late dad’s. I have to get used to that. People around me have been mentioning “Allahyarham” before mentioning him, but I just call him “bapa”, like I always do. My sister? She never mentions him ever since the night he passed.
I’m hanging on all right. Some say better than I should be. Others have seen me bawl my eyes out, so they know I’m normal in a way or another. ;) Been visiting his resting place everyday now, except for yesterday when I had a temperature and a colossal headache. It hit hard today.
When I sat down to recite the surah Yassin as his gift for this year, I could smell his scent after 10 minutes of doing so. Tears were welling up in my eyes, and I couldn’t imagine living life without him. The past three days were okay with the help of our other family members, but they’ve got their own lives to lead some time soon, so it’s only going to be the three of us now.
I’d like to thank everyone who left a comment, and I’m going to reply them when I have more spare time, yea? Thanks.