I woke up this morning, finally ready to write a tribute to my father. I wept. I remembered. I wrote. Though I am still not ready to write about him, only around him. Only to him, but not about him.
As I write this, I weep because I still can’t believe you are gone. To me, you were a force that I assumed would always be with us, a force that would continue to shape me and those around me as you’ve always done. I cry because I’m not ready to say goodbye, I cry because one of the cornerstones of my life has departed. Though we don’t believe that our parents will leave us or ever want them to go, I believe that God knows best, that his timing is right. I know that you needed to rest.
But, if I could speak to you one more time, I would say thank you. Thank you for the experiences that made me the woman I am today. Thank you for loving me in your way. I will carry you with me always. I’ll continue to make you proud.
Rest well, Dad
Ify