Every year the beginning of the June was so joyful. I had plans of how to surprise him on Father’s Day and after he left the start of the month and the month itself is so depressing.
I miss him each passing day but at times the desire to touch him, to be wrapped in his arms, head on his chest, his palm on my head, his voice uttering my name is so strong that no other thing and no other being can fulfill his absence.
As the days are passing by, I am encountering success, with each successful moment. I miss him even more.
In crowd, in the moments of merrymaking; my eyes wander to and fro just to have his look around. I stop at places I smell his fragrance.
Every such day, or a month enlisting such days; is a throbbing reminder of his deficiency in my life.
My father was like a Vitamin to me and now I have his absence as an utter deficiency. This JUNE is more upsetting than rest of the June(s) I was through after he traveled to the World Hereafter.
To the extreme it happens to me that Eid, Holy Celebration and Father’s day; both are falling on day after the other. the depth of my pain can only be understood by the ones who have lost their loved ones.. I or any human loves to live in illusions so even that we know one day we all have to travel to the God, the heart does not except the absence of a person at the moment from our life.
Where as I strongly believe that missing someone makes us alive that the one we love breathes with us and is along. Condolences never make me feel good.
“What I believe in is what I know that is what my father gave me in heritage was ‘ The Power of Dominance’.” – Fatima Hasan Zaidi