Memories are all I have

I was reminded of good memories with my father yesterday. Just by chance a restaurant we used to go to years ago was mentioned. It made me think of the great lunches we shared there on their patio. And how my father was proud to treat his poor university-going daughter.

And it reminded me that those days are gone, never to be replayed again. That has made my heart hurt a little.

He lived a long good life and I was lucky to have him as my dad. So lucky. And though his passing was a relief because he was very sick, I miss our moments together that have now become memories.

Yes my heart hurts and I become still inside and quiet. My mourning continues.

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