My Hero

It has been two weeks since my dad has left me...I didn't have the strength to pen it down..but i have picked up enough courage to say it now..I swear life is not the same...a million things remind me of him...and if I have to express my grieve i do it by myself because I have to remain a "rock" for my mother, brother and uncle...it's not easy but it's a task that i would willingly undertake because I love these three more than life itself...at times I question why?...but then I believe God has he's plans and everything happens for a reason...I am spiritual and I believe in life after death so NO my dad is not truly gone...I am grateful for the time i had with my dad this past year...never have I had the chance to spend that much time with him...the most I got to spend him if ever before this was a month and yet I see him in everything...I know my dad would never want me to be sad and knowing that he is in a better place truly makes me happy...he has been a very good, kind and compassionate person on earth and will get his due reward in Heaven I believe...I was right there by his side right till the very end and the one thing I could remember was how peaceful he was as he gently passed on and I knew that at that moment he had abandoned all life's worries and troubles...one day I wish to have the same and I believe at that moment is when we will meet again:)