This year is not a good year for me.
I lost a man I called BAPA.
I struggled and still struggle.
Move on is not easy.
Facing the fact, and accepting it is one of the difficult thing for me.
It hurts me somewhere.
I am trying to move on.
It takes time.
Slowly but surely.
It is almost six months since you left us without a word.
And how I wished at least you woke up from your long 16 days of sleep, at least a day, one day, to see us before you closed your eyes forever.
At least one day, or one hour, or at least just a few seconds.
At least Pa.
In the loving memory of my late Bapa,
Al-Fatihah Haji Yap Haji Muis
12.12.1951 - 27.06.2020
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3 Comments
Memahami perasaan terkilan tu..tapi semua ada hikmahnya. in sha Allah.. stay strong sis
ReplyDeleteterima kasih Diah.
Deletedef can feel u sis. i lost my father at young age..
ReplyDeletesalam takziah. semoga rohnya ditempatkan disisi orang2 beriman.. amin
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