Daddy

An additional year has passed. I don't believe the dead read but I choose to remember today, this way because I know somewhere around the world, someone else is experiencing some type of hurt. Like myself, it could be the hurt of losing a loved one, it could be from losing something or just the struggles of life. I miss my dad!

It's been sixteen years and as much as I'd love to write a tear jerking poem, as heavy as my heart is, I really don't think that's how I want to celebrate today. People said as the years go by it gets easier to handle (the loss). I tell you as each year went by I kept praying they were right but year in year out, it's actually been worse. I am consoled by the fact that after you were taken away from us, I got introduced to your maker. I have gotten to know Him over the years and I must say, He is ALRIGHT!

I have decided from now on each year I celebrate you, I'll share a fact, confession or just something with you.... I still haven't learnt to speak your language and probably will never..lol.. ...Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! it's been 16 years but dad, your language unlike others is not a skill but a talent. When folks sit around and speak it, it's like they are spitting out bullets. I only recently learnt how to pronounce my native name correctly. Not to worry, I'll make sure your gran-kids learn to speak it.

My heart misses you but all I know point to the fact, you are resting in a better place. Rest well dad.