In Loving Memory Of My Beloved Father
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Life is so short when you have the opportunity to show love to people, do it
as though it is the last time you are going to see them because you don't know what the next minute holds.
They say "Death is inevitable," if only wishes were horses, one thing I would have banned from this realm of ours is death. But then, without it, the life cycle won't be complete.
There is not a single day that passes by that I don't wish my beloved father was still alive. One funny thing about having your parents alive is you will always think they are being a burden to you until the day they are no more.
My Dad was a great Dad. Most of you grew up seeing your mother always cooking, sweeping, and bathing the kids, but in my home, I grew up to see my Dad do those things most of the time.
He bathed me until I got to junior secondary school, he was like a woman and man at the same time. He would go to work and come back and still cook for us, if my mom was busy and we looked dirty, he bathed us. These days, only a few men still share chores with their wives.
His love life with his wife (my mother) still amazes me to date. Right from childhood to my adulthood, I had never seen him raise his hands on my mother. It got to an extent, my Aunt thought my Mom charmed him, LOL.
My Dad was a father and friend, he was someone very easy to approach. He was not having everything to offer us but he never let us lack.
One of the things I learned from my father is how to become a good husband and a good Dad, my father was just the best.
His demise about three years ago is still a shock to me. Many times I am tempted to ask questions but then I realize they won't change anything and what will be will always be.
What often hurts me is I didn't get to enjoy my father when I grew up. Sometimes around my adulthood, the relationship between me and him went cold. He tried to draw me close to himself but I was always giving him a cold shoulder due to a family problem.
Just when it was resolved, and I was trying to start getting close to him, he died. It hurts so much that the only thing I can say about my father is the things I knew from childhood.
I never really got to know him better when I was supposed to know him and learn from him. Sometimes it's not even his death that pains me. It's the fact that I didn't allow myself to know him.
My kind advice to everyone out there is, don't take your loved ones for granted. Take every moment you have to spend with them seriously.
Life is not assured, any moment can be anyone's last, try your best to love those around you genuinely. For your parents, even if they are annoying and terrible, do your best to love them and give them the best of your time.
Once people die, that is the end, so, don't withhold that love you are supposed to shower on them until tomorrow, it might be too late. That issue you have with your loved ones, resolve it now and enjoy the company of each other before it gets too late.
Hope is only for the living, once life leaves a person, you can't do anything anymore, all you will have left is memories.
My Dad's death really hurt and it affected me badly but it also transformed my life. It made me become the tough and hard-working guy that I am today.
The whole thing made me believe the popular quote that "Everything happens for a reason," is true. Out of everything that happens to us, whether good or bad, there is always something good that comes out of it.
How I Moved On From The Loss
The truth is, it's not just easy to move on from things like this, the scar is still there, and once in a while, it will still pop up.
One thing with me is I believe once a thing has happened, it has happened. We can only take the consequences. So, I use this console myself. Whenever anything happens, I cry, after which I tell myself it has happened. So, let's move on.
I do my best to not keep myself caged around the event, I can't undo it, so why kill myself over it? It's just to accept what has happened, make corrections and that is it.