That goodbye

It's been 7 years but I can still hear Mumma's cry Papa's weeping and your voice when you went to never come back. I can still see your pale face, numb and still body with so much pain and the bandage covering your brain. I wanted you to open your eyes and talk to me one last time because I have so many questions unanswered and the things unheard. People say that time heals the pain but I say it doesn't heal but teaches us to live with it. I am not forgetting the pain but I am surviving with it the way, the trees with humans the animals with the hunters. Time has passed so quickly that it seems as if you were talking to me yesterday only. I remember the time we sat together talking non-sense and fought for the TV remote . Our life was so much sorted but god had to abort it. You always said you wanted to live and enjoy life with all the hard work which you had planned for yourself. But the route from India to Melbourne is still waiting for you, it is still not taken because you will never be awaken. People have only one long day but ask me and I'll answer that there are 7 long and the worst days of my life. The day of your accident till the day you die, I don't know why but I have to live with it that, I can never say hey! The thing which I can do is just Cry Cry and Cry! Though I try not to cry but all of my strength goes when I remember the time when I wasn't able to say even the final goodbye!