retrospect 5.
Thursday, August 04, 2011 / 10:22 pm
When datuk passed away for a year later, our ramadhan was not as complete as before. We went to break fast together as big family but then it just seems to be incomplete at all. I knew I tried my best not to cry despite having one another.
I remembered that ayah took out all his photo albums of him with the family. Clear enough I saw loads of his pics with me. And I started to tear up and broke down. I missed him dearly on that year. And I knew, he will be resting in peace at There. InsyaAllah.
I miss u atuk.
Labels: Ramadhan