The Day 23rd, Yalda Night

The day 23rd was the day I lost my father. He left us on last day of the autumn He was in hospital since 23 days ago in I. C.U. in a hard fighting for his life. The Day 22 at evening was the last time I met him. He opened his eyes staring on me and trying to say something. I saw his eyes were too shining with a beautiful color. He was innocent like a child with a colorful shining eyes, really beautiful But?
And now I can see that all I did was useless. Condolence, Condolence, Condolences.
Everybody tries to be polite and helpful, when something happens but?
Among of all emails the one of today was something different for me. An email of a friend is following

A sincere Condolence

Dear Friend, I became sad not only for the news itself but also because I thought about the fact that we pass our time hard working and in the meantime life is passing so fastly besides us.

We work so hard that we think only about our roots, our feelings our world but we do not have the time to feed them properly.
We think a lot to our relatives but sometimes we do not have the time even to call them or to pay a visit to them and the time we manage to do for us in any case is always a good memory.

Unfortunately, at a certain moment life is slapping our souls suddenly, waking us up in a violent way, and we, poor guys, have to try to combat the deep sorrow attacking our souls.

Some how I feel like to know personally your father through the words you told me about him, I remember the time when we went to Carrefour to look a new belt for his watch.

What to say more? I think about you and I miss you.

So Yalda the celebration of Sun birthday from this year would has a different meaning.