This is a letter that I wrote at the time of much hope of my father’s recovery when he had his coma. My father passed away after three days of me writing this. Time will never roll back and return what has been lost but I have with me my memories, my dreams, my tears and my simple joys of being part of my father’s life. Life is unfair I say, it isn’t perfect. Injustice lives and sorrow remains in the heart.
I am unsure how to move forward but I guess no one really knows how. I am without a guide in going through sorrow, no guide in finding balance of forgiveness, of grief and happiness. I guess there is only one way to deal with it – One day at a time.