I suddenly hear the phone ring unexpectedly. Completely clueless--I reach out to the phone and I answered. My heart was crushed...and I feel a tear drip down my face, because my father has passed. Once I dream of my father. He was an old soul, destined to encounter freedom. He journeys through his memories of me. Longing for my presence, he waits anxioulsy. He was wise and strong. His patience awaits and his memory fades. My mother and I shall go on, although our memories of him still play on and on. He left as fast as I can blink. I feel another tear drip down my face, as I still try and finish the race. My mother beside me, my grandma and grandpa too, as I live life itself. I would never feel the feeling of security, and joyfulness. Its time to let go, so I lay down my dreams, my dreams of my father, the most significant person in my life who is no longer living.