my beloved father died on the third day of 2021.
never ever in my life I felt like this. I cried the whole two weeks. And even until right now, I'm feeling so, I don't know, still can't believe that this happened.
I'm feeling sad everytime I remembered many regrets left. I'm feeling sad everytime I remembered the best memories I had with him. We argue most of the time, but still, he is the reason why I'm alive.
This loss makes me appreciate every little things more deeply. I even thinking about life most of the time, like, what are we, why are we here, to be what millennials (us) call it as YOLO.
*p.s.: I want to be either intensivist or internist.
**p.s.: must take care of my mother, the strongest woman in the universe.
