One year...

I now know that the first two weeks of November will never be the same for me ever again. Its the two weeks in the year, I ll always wish didn't exist. Brings back a lot of pain. There is a vacuum He left in my life which no one can fill up. My happiness will never be complete, I have often fallen short of elation in the last one year. Something stops me, reminds me - He is not around. That takes away a small part. I long to hear His voice, to see His beautiful face, the serene smile, to hold that strong hand and all I manage is a memory. But a memory so livid, I almost feel Him standing next to me and talking. I always believed Him and I had a special connection which no daughter has had with her father. Now, I believe that more than ever. Its funny how much Him and I fought, disagreed. Today, at every step, I realise what a fool I was for He was mostly right :) My father is the most beautiful person I know. Lived like a king, died like one, still lives like one. I love you dad!