Jee's Life

when I was young I listen to the radio, waiting for my favorite song..

My father loved oldies, I loved that too. I used to remember very well the lyrics, not anymore..

My father passed away when I was 17, trying to be strong and feeling the need to take care of my mother, I pretended it’s no big deal.. actually it was damn painful.

One of the way I coped with that was to forget about what my father loved to do.. sounds stupid but at that moment I was all clueless and confused. One of the things that I never touched again was oldies..

Now I was not 17 anymore, I know how to cope with things much better. Sometimes I will think of ‘what will it be if my father is still here’ but that is merely a thought..

A few months back, I started picking up my harmonica again, I sux.. but I vowed to play it well, just like my old man. I am thinking of buying some CDs too, yupe oldies. I bought my first ever camera a few months ago, I snapped around 1000 photos since then, lol my father loved photography.

The fact is that I lost my father for 9 years, I buried our memories for almost 9 years.. time to let it be. I will be who I want to be, I will do things that I love to, everything including those that my father shared the passion with me.

I will always love you, old man.. and I will always make you proud. :)