Loss. Death. Pain.
Tatay just passed away.
Doctor gave him 4-6months more to try to live and fight cancer,
but.....less than a month?
Each tick-tock of the clock reminds me that my father is now inside a coffin.
So many unspoken words, now i ponder would he still even hear me? Hear my cry?
Feel my pain?
I miss you tatay.
Where are you?
I am not afraid of ghosts, even if you appear to me now i'd definitely hug you.Wishing that my hug would be able to bring you to life.Oh well, me ain't GOD.sob.
The wickermoss me has died.
Let me be known as geishcharles.
I have to write again soon.... oh God please ease this pain for once?
Love,your our destitute daughter, GeishCharles.