This is one of my favourite photos and will always be one photograph forever etched in my heart, moreso now than ever.

On February 13th 2006, the day my little boy Andre turned 17 months, my dearest Daddy passed away. No words can describe how I feel at this moment, it's been two weeks and yet, I still cannot grasp the fact that never again will I hear my Daddy's voice calling me, never again will he hold my hand and kiss it like he always does, never again will I be able to manja and run to him with my stories of a bad day.

And most of all, the hardest thing for me to except is the fact that I did not have a chance to say goodbye, one last goodbye. He left so suddenly without warning, now I truly understand what people mean when they wish they could turn back the clock, if only.......

Was I a good daughter? Was I a loving daughter? Did he know that I loved him so? Is he watching over me from up above?

He did not wait for Andre to call him "Kong Kong!" Andre will have a void in his life where a funny and loving Grandpa should have been. My Daddy loved him so, so much. And yet, Andre is still too young to have a lasting memory of my Dad, Grandpa Roy will only be someone in a photograph for him, someone he remembers vaguely in his subconcious maybe......

So Daddy, I have no way of speaking to you except here and every moment and every night when I pray that you are now at peace, no more suffering from dialysis, no more worries. Just rest in peace and watch over us from above.

Know that we love you with all our hearts and we miss you a lot. And I hope that someday we will meet again...till then.....I love you Daddy, I always will.