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As he moved to the grave of his father, he took off his flip-flops,

he wanted to feel the wet sand under his bare feet,

where his dad was buried,

he sat with the gravestone as the shriveled leaves made a canopy above him,

a canopy of moss, an umbrella of nature whilst the heavy rain,

his tears ran down his parched cheeks,

his grip on the stone became stronger,

he wanted to meet him,

he recalled the times when his dad came to pick him up from the school,

when he sneaked out with him without letting mom know,

when he supported him if he got bad grades,

when he nurtured him when he was hurt,

he couldn’t idealize anyone else but his father,

who was once a lively man,

a man he missed,

the man that was his world,

the man who always lend a hand to him in need,

became a father, a brother and a friend in need,

his body was not able to feel a single tickle or tangle,

he had become like his father,

just more alive, his soul had been dead long ago, when everyone held his dad’s coffin,

uproaring loud, he had lost his role model,

outraged by the fears of the world,

his life had become a paltry scandal,

his mom pretending to be strong and being both a mother and a father,

although he had seen her crying at the midst of nights, without letting anyone know,

she used to cover her damp face with her veil,

he could see that his dad, an owner of a happy-go-lucky personality was now lying on a bed of roses,

unable to move or breathe, he was helpless, it was the will of God.

There were times when he used to open his bedside drawer to look for a book,

rather ending up hugging one of his dad’s accessories or belongings,

he used to lock his room,

he pretended to move on,

but deep down he knew it was killing him.

The absence of his dad on the lounge’s sofa, his teacup empty, his slippers not worn by anyone anymore, his glasses kept aside,

he felt cold, sitting with him, not just because of the harsh weather, also because his warmth of life was long gone,

his hair erected to the thought of losing another parent,

he bid his dad goodbye, it was routine that he met his father at night,

he rushed to his mother to tell her how much he missed dad,

consoling her as she wept,

they both knew that the sorrow of losing a father, a husband, a son or any loved one is great,

be kind to people, you never know how painful, an experience life can be.