
The magnitude of pain is intolerable.
Daddy, i miss you.
Clasping my hands together, i prayed.
'I've never really asked you for much. And you know what i've been through. I guess i thought i could save him... So, if you could grant me this... if there's no way that he can get better... then take him. Ease his pain and take my daddy with you, amen.''
I wiped my tears, cleared my mind and walk into dad's room.
Standing by his bed, i took father's trembling hand. From behind my eyes i could feel the pressure build and fought to bury the pain. It was too much to bear.
I broke off when i felt father's trembling fingers clutch my hand. Never before in my entire life had both of us looked deep into each other. His dark eyes were perfectly clear as they bore into mine. I could feel dad's pain, loneliness and immense shame in his gaze.
'Dad, i've always been proud of you. You're always my hero. And as your son, i swear to god, that one day, i will, i will make you proud. I will always love you, father. Now relax....'
I felt utterly stupid for thinking that i could have somehow saved him. Father's breathing eased, his vacant look in his eyes, he left.
I had my pain buried deep deep within my heart, thinking that it'll never surface again.
But the thought of you, brings it all back to me.
The thought of us strolling down the streets in indonesia, brings it all back to me.
The thought of you telling me bed time stories before i sleep, brings it all back to me.
The thought of you is too much for me to bear.
I have to be strong but i think i'm hanging on a thread.
I miss you too much.
Come to my dreams, talk to me.
Music: You raise me up - Westlife