Someday I would have liked you to see what I have become. Not at a point when I was down but at a point in life that I felt that you would have been proud of me. I now hope that you are watching and looking because that is one of my motivations in life to see pride in your eyes when you look at what I am trying to become. Some day we will trade stories of how life had been after you left. Till then I am going to make careful notes of all things thorough and all things that make me think of you. I want to share my accomplishments with you at some point. For now I am going to work on being accomplished.

Love

When the pain dies down...
It never dies down.

Papa,
It has not died down. Not yet. This pain still holds me and you together. I like holding on to it.