It’s Dad’s 72nd birthday! His first after his passing last December. It has been our family’s tradition to celebrate our birthdays with a small family feast. Before, Dad would buy a mocha cake roll and a half-gallon “fruit salad” ice cream (Mom’s favorite). However, he is not here anymore so for the first time, we do not have a cake and ice cream for Dad’s birthday.
We went to his burial place early morning, we brought some flowers and lighted a small candle. We wanted to spend a few hours with him. As I sat on my wheel chair, I stared at the marble epitaph reading his name repeatedly in my mind. I still could not believe that I was at the grave of my father. I miss him so much…
We went to his burial place early morning, we brought some flowers and lighted a small candle. We wanted to spend a few hours with him. As I sat on my wheel chair, I stared at the marble epitaph reading his name repeatedly in my mind. I still could not believe that I was at the grave of my father. I miss him so much…
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