Day 662: When Dad Left for his Maker

There is this song that makes me miss you so much.

The song I speak of is Alone by Alan Walker. I do not know who’s the singer. But something is different about the music. It takes me to a place I so want to be. And I know that place is nowhere. Because no matter where I go, no matter where I wish to be, you’re not going to be there. But this song fills me with such hope, with such longing, and maybe, that’s why I like it so much.

This song makes me want to feel like it never happened. What if I could still just call you on the phone and talk about random things or say things that would tick you off and hear you release a fit of rage? What if, it was like, before that Monday after which you slipped through the sands of time, forever?

It’s close to two years. I stumble past that fact in every step I take, like a bumper it is always in my way. I do not know if it is chasing me. So persistent, so persuasive. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long. Where have these 2 years gone? Can someone show me where those days lie dormant, now that they are done torturing me?