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We came back from my dad's funeral in Arizona. I took my camera thinking somehow, somewhere, I can capture the experience with my lens.

I couldn't.

Its been 2 weeks since his passing and 1 week since his funeral. I thought by this time around I can at least put into words how my heart is, how my head is, how my body is. It so happens that its not that easy.

My dad was a good person, a hard working person. I hope he knows that he did pretty well on this earth because now he lives through me. He may be gone but he will not be forgotten.

I always imagined and prepared to bury my parents in the future. But I never anticipated that my dad would be in a car accident. I never got to say good bye, that's my only regret.