My first birthday without my father

This is my first birthday without my father. One of the saddest birthdays of my life without my father who died last June 10. I spent the day in the family business working on with the plans I made with my parents days before dad passed away. I hide the pain especially in front of mom. I cried at times when I’m alone. I go on with life trying to be strong and trying to focus on things to be done.

I must move on and I know that but life will never be complete because I lost a part of me. I am a chair with a broken leg still trying to stand amidst my father’s absence. Before his 40 days, once I smelled a candle and twice I smelled funeral flowers. I just wish that my father will from time to time make me feel his presence and still in his way guide me as I go on with life.