When I found nothing written to comfort me, I wrote my own.

My absence from the blogging world would only mean something happened to me or to my family that I could not have the time to squeeze in a few hours to write. My dad passed away on Monday of the Holy Week. It was my parent’s 40th year wedding anniversary.

The fact that it took me a longer time to write about it could mean something more. It meant that I wasn’t able to put down into words the loneliness and sadness I feel in my heart with his passing.  Many times the words seemed to fail me. The emptiness, the pain, the sadness , it was all too much. Words have failed me. I felt that being able to write about it would mean acceptance, acceptance for the fact that he is gone, and never to return forever.

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