A Memory in Welcome

A few days ago i was on my old facebook account the one that i had till i was about 15 and where i posted pictures of all my family and friends fun time. as i was scrolling through there is this reminder thing that facebook does to tell you that you have posted a certain pic or video today a number of years ago, it did. sadly and devastatingly it did. a picture of me and 3 siblings and my dad had taken 5 years ago poped up and that was taken when we were all done with our finals and dad decided to head us to a coastal city to have a barrel of fun just like any other dad would. When I saw it i refused to look on the date that it was taken, i just didnt want to remember the year number and of course knowing the year number would eventually lead my conscious mind to reminisce over what the passed years entailed. i refused to even count how long it has been, i just refused to work up this mathematical equation knowing that it would bring tears and remorse again. im not trying to lock up my past but it has deeply affected me in so many ways and i know im not the only who has gone through this but with me it just feels like pain likes to linger on with me and dispiese me in so many ways. In our previous house i thought it was hunted because of me because of me whipping and shedding tears all the night when i was adviced not to. how could i resist crying over someone that can never be hated nor loathed by anyone hardly ever hated. Loved and appreciated by everyone. They were all taken by his wise mindset and righteous manner. if you would have seen him, you would say thats definitely an elder that has gone through a lot disguised in a youngster’s body. i wish i could be like him someday. wish that legacy cound have gone farther.