The times that tiptoe like the tiny-miny waves, bustling your heart or a striking memory, or just a thought you wait to share, but alas! that person is no longer here, in the tangible self.
What would One do?
Well, today is such a day I miss my Abba ( in our culture this is how we address our father), missing is such an understatement, it's more like dust that blurs your vision or perhaps a carbon fume that chokes you deep.
As I finish my prayer, break my fast, say a prayer from all my heart, and look to the sky, where a stubborn star is sticking and glaring at me, I say to myself," How I wish you are thinking of me".
