If I am to be precise
it has been 10 months and 10 days since you gained your wings. I have had to
accept that pain demands to be felt. They said it would get better with time,
others said time heals all wounds. But not this one, maybe it’s the type of
wound or I don’t do well with healing, whatever the case, time has not made
anything easier. The wound is as fresh as it was on the 4th of
December. I remember the day vividly. We had spoken the previous day, held
hands and waved at each other and I had all the hope a little girl could. But you
shattered my heart the following day. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you.
I miss you when I wake
up. When I have missed my alarm because you wouldn’t let me be late for
anything.
I miss you when I have
to switch on the geyser to heat my water to bath because that was your role.
I miss you when I have
to leave the house, unlock the door and step out. Unlock the door? Who? Me? No!
Daddy opens doors and walks me out. But not today.
I dread the walk to get
on the bus because these days I walk alone. I miss our talks as we waited for
the bus.
I miss sharing
highlights of my day with you because you were a text or simply a beep away. I’m
still deciding on whether to keep your number or not. For now I still have it.
The ride back home is
long because I won’t get the text asking how far I am so that we can walk back
home together.
I miss you when I am
crying through my ride home and my neighbor wants to ask me why. But I fail
to stop the tears.
I miss you when my
indecision creeps in because you were my voice of reason.
I miss you when I have
a hard day or week ahead because you made everything seem easy. Your belief in me kept me going.
Your chair is empty
during supper time.
You are not here to
lead devotions or sing the loudest.
The study is as intact
as you left it.
I sleep and when I wake
up the cycle continues.....
Everything is so
different. Everything has had to change. We are grateful for the memories we
shared, both the laughter and the pain. There was a lesson in everything. We will
hold on to everything but most importantly the faith you taught us. It gives us
hope that we will meet again.
Signed,
Daddy’s girl

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DeleteBeautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing!
He great man he was. Jovial with a bright smile. Easy to associate with, easy to get fond of. He will surely be missed. Stay strong coz that's what he would have wanted for his girl; to be strong.
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DeleteHe was a father to many of us. I remember him each time work gets hard and I want to give. I remember him opening the bible and reassuring me of God's promises. I remember him constantly asking me how I was doing spiritually and how practical he was with his advice.pastor sunkuntu was my second father. I miss him, I miss him dearly.
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