8 Years
I can’t believe how fast time has past. It has been about 8 years since my father past away. I really does feel like he was alive just yesterday. I remember painting our apartment the week before he landed in the hospital. And to think that in a week and half he was gone. He was old. If only if he was around. He would have enjoyed seeing my cousin get married. The only big event he experience was my graduation from college. But sometimes I think he knew that he was near death. I sadly miss him.
