"the eleven month's of memories"

The memories left behind my mind is something which has a deep scar  .......in every aspect of life I miss him..... The January of 2017will always be precious that last January..... 

The December... That 19days and 20nights..... Half night of 20December 2017

I felt very..... Weak 

The weak side  of me because I haven't expected that this will gonna happen....i haven't heard the good bye i havent saw the last glance....

He haven't told me.... That he's going 

The last..... Conversation 

The Tuesday of 2017...19th January 

My father has.... Lit the coal fire....we made tea on that coal fire..... I have warm the dinner.... For him 

We had a conversation me my sister was sitting and my father was telling his storys of life... We we were plannig everything as we are in a new home.. ..lots of Dream are regarding that was unfullfilled..... 

The backyard stairs where we were litting the fire.... I still remember the case of that stairs where he sit and the gate through his room's door are open  the crevices through which i used to watch to see  what my father is doing.... 

The relationship which both me and my father had was beautiful, that was beautiful..... I am unhappy sometime as I won't be able to have those moments again in my life... 

Only memories are there everywhere in my home.... 

Every day is way closer to..... Miss him badly.... 

I look and... Grab his clothes trying to find the fragrance of my father.... The shirt the court everything which belongs him 

.....was warm and.... Gives me tranquillity.... The diary which in my father used to write ,I read that .His handwriting are fascinating to me 

All I'm saying ,i miss him so much..... 

"The floor  the room the chair the bed.... The coals the bottles and his spoons.... His plates his everything reminds of him....the wood the fire the cold 

Is never been so cold ever like its now "

"Unbearable..... Pain 

But I have to be strong "

The last combing of his hairs half I did and the other half my sister did... The last tying of mafflar the cap..... Was the last....things which we did to him 

...the roses He bought  me .... Reminds of him .....the last things captured in my mind..

All I'm saying the type of person my father used to be,was amazing he did a lot of things for us. He was really an ideal example of a perfect father and a generous person .I want to grow old,I want to be like my father...