It's amazing how words can come to me so easily when I'm writing, but when I try putting words on my feelings then it's like reaching a wall. My thoughts scatter and disappear, as fast as they came to me. It is said to be common, so I won't worry about it.
Sixty two years old today. At least you would have been, but you didn't went that far.
Often I think about you, about how different my life would have been if you had stayed around, but it's not like I was asked for my opinion. You wanted me to be a doctor, and even with you encouraging me I doubt I would have been able to make it. Sometimes I wonder what you would have thought of the way I live my life, and this thought helps me follow my path while avoiding bad trails you wouldn't have aproved. It happens that I chose a different direction, but even if my path is difficult I have very few regrets.
I miss you. More than words can express.
I would like to be able to say I can feel your presence by my side but all I have left are my memories and what you taught me, along with the strengh to get back on my feet when I stumble and fall, or when I lose my path. The promise of a better tomorrow, keep on smiling and reach out.
Happy birthday dad, I love you.
"Un seul être vous manque, et tout est dépeuplé"
- Alphonse de Lamartine
'I only miss one human being, and everything (the world) feels deserted' is the closest translation I could find.
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