I dreamt of him just a few days ago.
It was still fresh in my mind a few days ago. But now, all of it is a blur.
I remember I felt comfortable in that dream, as if i was much younger again, and that he was by my side.
The dream was just so...warm, with sunshine shining above, smiles and all the works.
In my dream, he looked so big, tall and loving.
Well, that was what he was. Big, tall, caring and understanding.
With the very short time I had with him (considering the big expanse of time), I knew him as understanding, hardworking, caring and tall.
Yes, tall. He looked like a Japanese at certain angles too. He cooked well, and he always sort to learn new recipes.
If it had been a few years back, I would not be able to type all these out.
I have learnt to move on, and to remember and honour him in my thoughts and life.
He left me abruptly, but the things he taught me, the things he told me, the things he showed me, will always be beautiful memories in my head.
A few days ago, I dreamt of him.
I dreamt of my beloved late father.
