Still remember those heartful memories with him. Still missing his appearance. My father was a great provider , a good father and a beloved husband to his wife (my mother). He always give his best to sustain his family’s personal needs. I never doubt his hardworks and passion about his career. We have never been experience to starve. we loved him as much as he loved us. And God knows how hard we wish it was just a dream. But he’s not dead he’s still existing in our hearts and mind that no matter what happen may father will always be the best man in our lives.
Until the 40th death day of my father comes quickly. We’re still deeply wounded by his lost but we have to accept it and it is traditional memorial ceremony to the departed soul for my father. Our family gathered and pray for his safety path to the light. Until the spiritualist are being possessed by my father soul. And yes at first I don’t want to believe but when she cry like my father did all of my disbelief turned upside down. She literary calls our names with my father’s voice. And it gives the shivers to my spine when our dog “pampu” suddenly hop on the spiritualist lap like what he always did everytime with our father. And everything happened so clear and emotional. And at the end my mother ordered us to gathered and hug our father’s soul and tell him we’re gonna be okay. And the last word that she said was he was going to the path of light.
That memory will never be erased in our minds.
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