It’s been a year without your guidance.
How did one year manage to pass so quickly without a stray of thought aligned with the days of the week? How did I turn twenty as quickly as I am about to turn twenty-one in just short of six months?
So much has happened; so, so much that it’s unexplainable.
I got my heart broken for the first time by someone real, so real that when I touched him, I felt not only his skin but his soul.
I went through the stages of losses, suicidal thoughts included and depression being one of the side effects.
I got in and out of fights with members of family, friends and colleagues because I was at the stage in life where nothing could have hurt me more than your absence.
My heart aches for your presence again. I sometimes find myself staring at pictures of you wondering how it was possible that it’s been a year now since I’ve last spoken to you. A year since I’ve last heard your voice, a year since I heard your magical laughter.
A year since I’ve seen you at all.
I think about the day I last saw you. The last thing that I ever said to you in person was “goodbye” but I didn’t mean for it to be forever. I think about how I shouldn’t have let you go up on that plane. Maybe, you should have missed the flight and skipped your much needed holiday. Maybe, we could have done something else as a family instead.
All these thoughts swirling in my mind never ceases but a year has passed and another year will go on, for many more for the rest of my life and I’ll think about how lucky I was to have known this amazing person in my life once upon a time.
My father, my best friend.
A letter to you because I can no longer speak with you so I can only address my words in hopes that one day, I can convey them to you.