The most fearful truth that lurks behind the destiny of every human is getting old, nearing towards darkness and death.
The father whom the kid saw as an ever energetic and strongest person in the world will soon lose the strength and zeal from his bones and his muscles will hang like an empty bag of wrinkled memories...
He will no longer take them to long rides along the down town mountain valleys and buy them their favourite wraffer chocolates. His actions will diminish and creep inside old undusted corners of the room like catterpillars hibernating in the winter cold. His voice so loud and clear as the child remembered will break into soundless whispers accompanied by resounding coughs and sighful breathing. His mind so sharp, inquisitive and hopeful will slowly turn into a book with old faded adventurous chapters...
Such is the fate of the hours racing past us, which seems like hours but doesn't take time to become years....
With it's departure, time makes sure that it takes away everything born with it. Time and death doesn't understand the pain of losing people we love.
"So live and love while ye live."
