Dad

Dad, life carries on, do you know that?
Nineteen years ago on this day you were dying.
Nineteen years seem a lifetime, and now there is only dust left behind you.
For a while I kept dreaming that you would be back - but after a while I realised that is just a silly dream. But you know, Dad, you are not missing much. There isn't, really, much to this life worth coming back to.