Hi, 2021. To be honest, I am not ready to welcome you yet. I grew up being a Papa's girl and when we lost him last October 2020, I got scared of many things, my world has fallen apart. I've never been so devastated. I hate the fact that I can no longer make new memories with him anymore. Facing the year 2021 is like pointing a gun at myself, having to accept the reality without a choice- that he's dead and we can never have him back again. How could death be so cruel?
I never stop grieving since the day he left us. The pain I feel never subsides. In fact, it hurts more each day. People may see me laugh but deep down I'm aching, I'm weeping. It breaks me that the only thing I can do is to seek for temporary happiness and be permanently missing him.
I appreciate everyone who are doing their best to help me ease the pain but I know in my heart that this wound has no cure. I will carry it until my last day on earth. I love my Papa so much, he's irreplaceable and nobody can ever fill the hole that he left. He's the best. I love him and I miss him hardcore.
If you wonder why I'm writing this, it's because I miss him so much today. I am horribly in deep sorrow. I'm not even sure how to end this but maybe by asking you to pray for him to be at peace. Maybe that will do. Thank you.










