Yesterday was Father's Day. Every social media space was brimming with either photos of fathers and children or advertisements disguising themselves as essentials for the father. Influencers went a step further to create stories, comic videos and photo dumps to sell products in their contracts.

But what disturbs me most are the photographs from family and friends with their fathers. I feel envious often angry since it pushes me to think of my father who has been dead for almost half of my life now. We do not have enlarged photo frames of him in the house.

I could have put up an old photo and written about why I loved him. But I didn't.

Often I think of photos of the dead. The strength it requires to look at the eyes of the dead in a photograph is overwhelming, unfathomable.

I often talk about him, but only when asked. I can talk about the details of his death. But can never look at his photograph. I wonder how many of us feel this way. Or am I the only one, so afraid of the photographs and the consequential outburst of feelings?