Today marks 10 years since I lost my father.

Still haven’t gotten over it.

Still miss him everyday.

No one made me feel special as much as him. The first person to tell me that I could do anything I put my mind to it. I felt I knew what I was doing with my life while he was around. The last 10 years have been hard, so hard and so lost. I don’t know if I will ever get back the confidence that I had while he was around.

Even though I moved back home and got to spend 6 months with him, all I have is regrets. Regret of not spending enough time with him. Regret not sharing enough smiles with him in the end. Regret of not doing enough.

I still love you, Baba.