The fact that you were a world away kills me. You lived a life I couldn’t be a part of. You lived a life I didn’t know. I only spent a month with you out of my 19 years of life. I could only hug you for a month. I could only talk with you for a month. Only share things with you for a month. I couldn’t do much more. I could only be in your presence for a month. Nothing more than a month, that’s all I got. That’s all I have now. Those memories with you for only a month. Only those rare phone calls that I got to make. Only those random video chats where I got to see you every now and then. Only a few times where I got to see you. I couldn’t say bye. I didn’t get to see you at your prime before sickness took a hold on you. I didn’t get to tell you I loved you one last time. Now I can’t tell you anything besides in my prayers. I can’t hear your voice anymore, or your laugh. I can’t do anything besides sit here and try to stay strong for you. I can’t do anything but try my best to make you proud. To make you proud to show you that your granddaughter is trying her hardest to make someone out of herself. All I have are those few memories to call my own. I’m so sorry I didn’t get to see you one last time. I have no regrets besides not being bale to spend more time with you. I’ll keep on missing you. Ashakatan, Bubbajun. May God help my family, my father, and I strong.
the accuracy hurts.