In life we do have a choice. But when the blow of death strikes,we have no choice but to accept the will of HIM, HE who gave us life. It is very hard to imagine that you will not be able to see this person for the rest of your life anymore. But sometimes you just have to plant the seed of hope in your heart that someday, somewhere out there, he will find rest and shelter... and a longing heart that he shared in God's Kingdom.
          We are just like leaves of a tree. We all come from one source. You may be a lively leaf and I'm a leaf which easily dries out and fade. But remember that sooner or later, we will both fall on the ground, just like the rest of the leaves. But from the moment we fell on the ground, we will have no regrets because we experience the beauty of life, way back when we were up on the tree.
           The days of our life here on earth are only passing by.But all those days will grow into years. We are what we made of our life... each day, each year, we gave life a meaning. The time here on earth may not be enough, but I know someday I will see him soon.
           I have the pain of letting you go, but everytime the thoughts of you hug me, I know you don't like to see me like this. Strength is what my heart needs... and your loving memory will give me strength to overcome the pain I felt of letting you go. Please rest assured that your image will always reflect in me, for what I am now and for what I will be in the future. All that I am, all that I have, I owe to you,Papa.
         I hate to say farewell... instead... let me say... TILL THEN....
IN THE LOVING MEMORY OF MY FATHER...ELIAS....
             In every turn in the wheel of life, there comes a time that our loved ones need to separate from us. Even though how much our hearts do fight not to loose the people we love, we don't have a choice. We can't describe where, when, what and how it feels to be like to loose the person we once adore... the person who brings us in this world to fill our life with hope, joy and love.
          IIt is but a fact that every beginning has an end. But the memory of good times shared shall always prevail. It linger in our minds and hearts and the fruit of love will always bear.
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