Hello Hivers of this Community! How are you all doing today? Today’s blog was all about me and my family having a quick visit to my hometown after 6 months when my father passed away.
My heart was a little bit heavy knowing that my father was no more when visiting my hometown, because when he was still alive, he was the happiest when seeing us visiting them together with his grandson’s. My first born was his first ever grandson that’s why he loved them very much that he would spoil them whenever we will visit.
After 6 months after his death, I didn’t visit our hometown because I really make myself busy, I admit I’m still grieving because of his lost, my father was so dear to me, he died because of heart attack plus he was a dialysis patient for more than a year. He only lives for 53 years and I’m sad of the thought that my grand children were not able to see him physically when they grown-up, but I’m still happy because even at their young age they are able to have bond with my father.
Our trip to my hometown was almost 2 hours, we decided to have a quick rest at our home. I miss my home, but the thought that my father was not there, made me cry again and seeing our family picture when he was still with us celebrating the wedding of my brother year 2023. We rested for a bit and we decided to visit the tomb of my father at 4 pm.
We bought some barbeque and decided to eat it there. It’s like having a picnic together with my father even though he was not there physically, barbeque was one of his favorite foods.
My first born, was talking to my father’s tomb, and I was surprised because when I asked him, he still knows my father’s name, even if I didn’t say it to him and he said that he missed him when I asked. I missed my father so much, there was a time, I dreamed of him, saying his last farewell to me and telling me that he loved us so much, I was crying that night and my husband woke me up and I tell him that I dreamed of my father. I know it was really hard to accept when someone that was dear to us passed away, but that’s reality we have to move forward and life must go on. I love my father so much and I pray that he was in peace, no more pain. After an hour visiting his tomb, we decided to go home.
My brother decided to haircut my second born. He doesn’t want to have a haircut because when he sees the barber, he was already crying. My brother was really good in haircutting. Here in my hometown, many people go to our home to have their hair cut by my brother. I was shock and at the same time feel relieve when my second born didn’t cry when my brother do his haircut. He was really behaving and happy.
We only had a 2-day visit to my hometown but my children had a great time together with my brothers. They were excited and happy to see them again after 6 months. I would love to stay more but since we had a mini-store at our house, I can’t stay longer because no one would manage it there. Maybe we will visit again on Christmas and when my mother would go home next year.
That’s all my dear hivers of this community. Till’ next blog again. Have a great day and stay safe everyone!
Sincerely, 
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