Sunday at 8am in the morning my phone rang and my whole being shattered into tiny glass pieces, piercing deep into my soul. The time abruptly stopped, the air went eerily still and an incredulous pain engulfed my heart. My Father died. He is no more.
The tears came rolling down my cheeks and I couldn’t breathe. Why? How? No, that cannot be true. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there in his last moments to hold his hand, to tell him I loved him beyond life, I wasn’t there to say goodbye….I…
My Father will always be my Hero, the man I looked up to, the man I deeply loved and respected. He taught me everything I know to live my own life, to be happy and fulfilled. I may not have appreciated his ways enough when I was very young but I have passed us onto my sons nonetheless. I truly am my Father’s daughter. Because of him, I am who I am.
The stars have aligned that night and His soul has been guided to the afterlife.. We will meet again…
frombrotherswithlove 