death is certain and yet we do not know when?among man's countless fears, death ranks foremost for there is nothing we dread more than death. To some death is onl y a beginning of the life af t er, a life that is everlasting, the beginning of eternal happiness.
We are inclined to belie ve that life here on earth is the end. That there is still life after death... an endless life. But oftentimes, we cannot accept that death is one pace in union with the Almighty.
Life is precious...the rich will spend their wealth to put off the hour of sorrow, spending their last penny to save life. The poor would part with or mortgage everything in their poverty to ran the spark of life.
Each of us has his own wants and desires that oftentimes lead us to be thwarted because of the expectation that is too much. Just like me, how how i wish that my papa was alive, so that their could be a good and strong foothold in our family. But alas!my papa has gone so early that he's leaving us without even bidding us goodbyes.
My papa was such a good father, a good provider,and a good friend. Now that he was gone, i have lost everything. In those times that he was with us , we are full of life, full of joys, i thought that everyday was bed of roses and there's no room for miseries. But how wrong i was, for everything that i expect turn out to be bad. Instead, death came knocking at our very doors, letting us know that he was gone. For 24 long years, by the sweat of his brow, my papa raised us with showered affection. Rain and shine he was at the field just to send us all to school.Though sometimes, we've given him heartaches. Yet,still he love us. But its too late for everything that started. What's the use of those sweet words that i spoke now, for he can never hear me and would never be coming back. Though how much i said it for a million times still it is for nothing.
Now, i could never hear my papa talking, i could never see him, what i only saw is He lying cold and lifeless. We are only apt to remember the memories that he left behind.but what's too painful to remember and to think that i have lost my papa forever.
Remember, that man treads down to a dead end road the day he is born. This road is variously long or short, wide or narrow, exciting or alluring.You and I and everyone that is born of a woman are on this road.
perhaps, papa's life is too short for he left us.

For you , my papa: i doff my hat and say:I could never have a father such as good as you, that you were my everdearest papa. For you're one in million you. But said to say: you could never hear me say: ilove you papa!

( this is my way of thanks for my late father who passed away years ago..one way of remembering him too.)

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