Love you Abah

Hi! I'm back. It has been more than 100 days my father had passed away. I still cry for him. It's like a dream. Sometimes I dreamt of him. I always saw him laughing in my dreams. Once, I dreamt that he was wearing Ihram clothes in front of kaabah, like he was performing umrah. He's a good man, a very fined man. When I went to Istanbul and then performed my umrah, I always prayed for my father's long life. But on 31st of January, after coming back from kelantan, that afternoon I took care of him. Before that he vomitted lots of blood (Thursday night). He had an internal bleeding. All because of his ulcer could not tolerate with the TB medicines. That's why I rushed back to tampin ,early Friday morning. He was so happy to see me. Both of us cried because we still could see each other. When I took care of him that day, he always looked upwards. He held my hand and kissed it and then he put my hand on his chest. He nodded to somebody that i could not see. I thought it was a ghost. When he held my hand, I told him that our hands looked alike. We laughed then I cried. My father was not happy. He said something and sighed. I wiped my tears quickly and shared stories with him. He was not interested to hear my stories anymore. He was like in another world. But he kept holding my hand. That night before I left him, he touched my cheek and put his hand on his lips. That night, I told my husband that I would let my father go. That night I did not pray for his long life anymore. I just asked Allah to feel pity to my father. He was the kindest person I had ever met in my life. On 1st of February, ...............