Two Years Later

Between July 7th and July 13th, my memories replay like a broke newsreel. This happened at a certain time. I was there when that happened. I felt this way. All of it cumulates to July 13th at 8:20 AM EST. The death of a parent isn’t easy. I actually don’t remember writing anything but I apparently wrote this. I thought there was something wrong with me because I didn’t cry a lot when my dad died. I really couldn’t because I had to take care of things. But two years onwards, it is small reminders of who he was or thoughts of this happened today, I wish I could tell my dad. I can’t sleep right now and I just felt the urge to write something to acknowledge it.

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