It's strange
It’s strange to eat dinner without you. Dinner was the best time of the day. We enjoyed the meal and shared the day events. Then we had tea and you always asked “what for desert” with it…Now that you are not here, the food doesn’t taste the same without your voice, your laughing…The chair you liked to sit, the cup you used to drink with, little things that you decorated on the window sills… they are all still here…You have left so many things and every single thing is still full with your touch and unforgettable memory. But you have gone forever!
And that doesn’t seem to be real… You know how much I wish you could come back…
We also liked to watch the John Steward show after dinner while having tea or desert. We used to laugh our heads off when there was good political humor… And you probably call to share that with your father later on. I also miss watching “mystery” on BBC with you… You were pretty good at following details that I usually missed. Now how I can laugh alone? How can I really enjoy watching “mystery” by myself?
Now there is only one cup for tea and there are plenty of food left…Gone with you are your happy voices and laughing. How much I miss the little things you brought home that made life so fun and enjoyable.
The house and the garden are left empty. The same is my life.
September 19, 2006