It does not feel like a new year at all for me, all the same Happy New Year for those of you that can handle it.
On the 28th of December 2011, tragedy befell our family
when we lost our dad. Death is a horrible thing, it is a thief and nothing anyone can ever get used to.
I know people always pass on but somehow subconsciously I
expected my daddy to always be there. The days that followed have been the
dimmest days of my entire life. No word of encouragement, no song of worship,
no prayer ever seemed to get to me.
I am not angry at God because I know He remains God and even
if it doesnot feel like so, I know that All things work together for good. I
know, I will get over it even if I don’t know how.
This post, the very first
one this year is to celebrate who my dad was to me. These are the memories I
always want to have of him. These are the things I would like to tell the
people who never met my dad, these are the things I want my children and grand children
to know.
I thank God that my dad passed away well aware that I loved
him. The last time I had told him that was three days earlier on Christmas day
when I wrote him a note appreciating him.
My dad is the one person I have known all my life. My earliest
memory of him was when he used to bathe my brother and I as kids. I liked to do
stuff with him, I learnt to srew and unscrew nails, tie my shoe laces, iron a
shirt with the help of my dad.
My dad taught me how to write, my teachers always said I had
a beautiful handwriting and I was always proud to let them know that my dad
taught me.
My dad was calm and cool headed most of the time. He gave
you that feeling of security and You knew you could always count on him. He
never judged you or remarked that you were lazy especially when it came to
school work. My only motivation to study hard through school was so i could
make my father proud.
My dad never ever raised his hand to punish me as a kid, i
don’t remember ever seeing that. I actually don’t remember how he disciplined
me.
I always thought my dad knew everything there was to know in
the world. My dad would read my school work, understand it and then explain to
me. When I attended my first job interview, my dad tutored me on what I should
say to the interview panelists, even if he had never worked in a bank before, needless to say I passed the
interview and got the job.
My first job posting was in another town, my dad took me to
the bus park and sat with me in the bus until it was time for the bus to set
off. I was 23!
My dad did housework, cooked and always got up in the
morning to light the lamp when the lights were off. He has been doing this
until now. My dad was a humble man.
I know the memories of my dad are going to be with me for a
long time, perhaps for ever because I even bear his name.
I thank God so much
for having given me such a dad because he was the best dad for me and God knows
my needs. I thank Him that He is going to see me through this because He is my bigger DAD in heaven. I
choose to look to Him for strength , wisdom and direction knowing that He never
changes and His Love for me remains true.
Bye Daddy.
