This was a mini sculpture I made in October last year. Shortly after, my dad was taken ill and was admitted to the hospital. He never came home.
What do you say when someone you thought would be there always leave? Everything and nothing really.
On 3 December 2015, we commemorated the 1 year since my dad left with a meal. I echo here my brother's words to him:
Hey dad. We bought some of your favourites tonight for dinner. It's been a year now. We're all doing great. And yes, we know you're with us. I know you always are.