All those beautiful moments, it seems like it was yesterday. It is hard to believe that it has been eight years since I lost my guide, my mentor, my motivator, my inspiration - my dad.
All I am left with are memories and there is no way I can get him back. All I can do is reminisce those everlasting moments. Though, I no longer can have his hand over my head, his kiss on my forehead, and his pat on my back, can’t sit with him and chat, can’t live those moments again.
There is nothing that can replace the absence of my father but I am just simply holding on and enduring it. This sounds hard, very very hard, but at the same time it is also a great comfort that there will always be a void in my life that will make me connected to him. That void like space filled with memories brighter than stars.
My dad's steps possessed so much kindness that anyone could ever possess. My dad used to say, "Give, Don't take. Be kind and patient." This is the motto of my life. He is my exemplar. I aspire to be his reflection, helping mankind, lighting up their world and ignoring the demeaning evil of life.
I had the best dad in the entire world and I can’t be thankful enough for the moments I got to spent with him.
The loss was painful to bear. I felt like crawling in a claustrophobic place and killing myself as I was too young to understand the final destination of mankind but as time held me tightly in its arms and brought me here, the blurred truth of life became more and more clear. Now I know we all end up in small piece of earth and I have learnt to live with this void. And yes, in my heart, he is not apart. He is still with me, watching over me and guiding me throughout. He is my guardian angel.
I won’t give up, I won’t break down, and I will be strong even if it all goes wrong. When I am standing in the dark I'll still believe someone is watching over me.
(The writer is a student of Green Valley Educational Institute, Srinagar)