Letters To My Dad In Heaven นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I went back to the car and drove to my destination, the Heaven’s Garden Cemetery. [SIGH] As I walk towards his grave, I can’t hold back my tears even if I already visited your multiple times. I placed the flowers next to his nameplate. I sat on the grass and solemnly listened to silence. What’s the point of writing a letter if you can’t read it? I would rather talk to you, right? You would like that better. “It’s finally over… everything’s going well with me and with my family…” “How are you?” “Have you been well in heaven?”

As I step into my dad's study room or safe haven, so he called it, I can't help but feel a need to leave this place as soon as I can but that will be hurtful, first to my mom and to the dead. A big box with my name boldly labelled on it is sitting on the table. I open the box and go through the content carefully. They're so many pictures and receipts and letters, I used to write my dad everyday after he got diagnosed of pulmonary embolism in my seventh grade. I wrote him a letter everyday throughout my seventh and eighth grade.

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

What happens now is marked by your decisions. ‘One day, I will see you when the kingdom comes, and I will hold you in my arms. Always be aware of how very loved you are and that you have a home. I’m always proud of you, Avera. Until we meet, you have my prayers, and you have my blessings. ‘All My Love, ‘Dad’ ‘Dad...’ She touched the name and swallowed, trying to keep her composure. The letter had ended, and Avera felt the tears come streaming down her cheeks.

I jumped out of Ethan’s lap and ran to him. I caught him before he fell and eased him back down. “Stop moving, you idiot,” I said, tears running down my face. He touched my cheek with shaky fingers. “I’m not letting anyone take you, Raven. Not while I’m breathing.” Luca closed the laptop. His face was pale. “There’s more. Your dad wrote a last letter. It’s dated two days ago.” He opened a scanned image. My father’s handwriting, messy and fast. If you are reading this, I am dead.

I played it with wet hands, leaning against the sink. "Dad," her voice said, slightly breathless the way it always was after dance. "I got Tara's letter today. The one she posted." A pause. "It made me cry. Like a lot. But in a good way I think? I don't know. I just wanted to tell someone." Another pause. "I'm glad she wrote it. I'm going to write back." Her voice went quieter for a moment. "I miss you, Dad. That's all. I just miss you. Okay bye." The voice note ended.

“To tell the truth. I want to eat a meal with you.” “Of course. I would gladly take your offer,” I giggled at my dad, who struggled to stand up. I guess old age has finally hit him.

Though I didn't know how I get to my room, I didn't ponder into it especially when the past events hit me with a force stronger than the pains on my body and the ache in my head, I could still feel my vision spinning, probably from loss of blood. My dad had turned into a Monster. Did he hate homosexuality that much, to the point he was willing to kill his son, I cringed at the thought? Perhaps it was the effect of the toxic substances in his system. I brought my head up to my head and touched a white bandage wrapped neatly around it. My face traced down to my face but flinched when I touched the cuts afflicted. Dad nearly killed me, my eyes widened again and he said he killed my mom, was tha

He wiped his sweat with the fabric,put it in his pocket and started reading the letter. "Adi, if you are receiving this, it means I have died. I was warned that this might happen. This box and its contents are my last gift to you. Take care of yourself and remember, I love you, now and always. – Dad." “I love you too, Dad,” whispered Adi, as a lone tear flowed down his cheek.

“I want to know if he got there in time, if Leila and her unborn child are doing okay now. Or, are they at yours? If they both are, then that’s okay. I don’t mind. I know you’ll take good care of them.” I didn’t know when tears started to drop from my eyes. When I started crying, I literally found it had to speak. I couldn’t say anything. Dad kept inquiring if I could hear him and if I was still there. He finally resigned. “If you can hear me, angel, please send a message.” He hung up. I quickly typed a response apologizing for the break in transmission and promising to go visit soon. ***