I’d like to ask myself: “What I was doing in those previous Eleven Ones’?”
We all know that November 1 is a day to remember our departed loved ones. And of course, spooky things do happen. That’s normal I guess. I really can’t remember what I was actually doing those days… One thing is clear though. That was the first time I went to the cemetery with my half siblings to visit my father who died in an accident last 2003. The feeling’s obviously weird. But somehow I find it peaceful on my father’s part since he’ll not be disturbed with the world he left. He’s now out there. Maybe floating in space, and saying: “Kids, I’m ok now.”
Anyway, whereever my father is, I know he’s fine now. :no1:
The next year… It was a different story… Continue reading ‘What was November One four years ago…’
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