Pain is a constant companion and isn’t a very good one . I try to reason with it , and I end up feeling miserable . I  can not help but think about you . Who had so much to give and share with me .

  Even when I was young , you were constant figure . You were there to see me grow up . I cried , I laughed , I learned , and you were there to guide me . With your gray hair and chunky glasses , I would watch you think and brood and your sudden smile would light up your face as quickly as it came .

  I think about the time I missed being with you . So many years have passed since I saw you again , and for a brief moment , I imagined you not being in my life . I wanted to cry . But I knew you would be there , as you always were . The gray hair has turned to white , and with that came a wiry frame that was fragile . Still the eyes were as vibrant as ever , and a mind that was well-running .

    You taught me to be strong and live for my dreams . With your voracious hunger for knowledge you taught me to love learning; always telling me that knowledge is a constant thing . You were so strong , so wise and your presence was always a comfort, I always loved being by your side . You always gave me a hug when I felt down . I never loved crowds ,and you always seemed to understand that , not pressuring me to joining the others or pretent to have a good time .

  I get lost in the books you taught me to read . The books which you gave me to learn more about the world, to never give up on things, to help me know myself and more . I read them constantly, ever so often reminded of the things you taught me . You always loved books .

  You never said much , but I always knew that every time we saw each other , you were glad to see me . As I am always glad to see you .

  I remember you with a teary face and a wistful smile . My pain is more insistent as I try to hold on to the hope that you will pull through this , like the strong person that you are.

  I love you , Dad