Time is really flying like anything. I never really felt this so much as today. It's been 18 years since papa died. I don't think we would have gone to see him on Tuesday cause of our inflexible office timings, so we went today.
18 years! That's how long it has been. I often think life would have been different had he been around. It would have been better in many ways. But, it was otherwise. Different and Difficult.
Though I tend to not talk much about it, but I have never really forgotten that day when he passed away. I often dream about it, which is quite sad :P. Life changed completely ever since. There is not really much to tell besides this and yet there is so much. I could almost write a novel on it. Somethings you like to share with people and some you don't.
Today, I saw how tall that tree has become next to his grave, which Umar grew there. Almost 18 years since it has been there. I hope papa is at peace. Although, the graveyard is so suffocating I doubt it.
It's so weird how all the other graves around his grave are so sad and depressing. No plants or flowers. Nobody visits them. I would never want that to happen to papa. He should always know we are here for him. Though him not being there, just leaves a vacuum, which will stay there forever.
