..it helps you cope with the loss you feel.
Two years ago, I travelled back home in mid June and stayed there for about 2.5 months..a journey like that I always dread to do, knowing someone was sick and may eventually be the last time to be together. But it was what it was..and two years ago, it was for my Dad.
A bittersweet occurrence that was painful... for losing him, and sweet because we know he will finally be at peace, no more physical pain, no more struggles, finally letting go on the first of August.
I distinctly remember dreaming about him two days before I headed back to the US, saw him in my dream clad in white, smiling. I suddenly woke up, and for awhile thought deeply if it was just imagination or not. But I chose to see it like his way of saying everything is fine now, and all is well.
I talked about it to my sister and my nephew..and they did have instances too of sensing him around them..a smell..a vision...coincidence..who knows..all we knew, and believed, Dad just wanted to reassure us everything was okay.
Have been pouring over old photos, looking at how my Dad was..trying to remember his voice, laughter, his expressions, his idiosyncracies..memories held in our hearts..to tide us through on days like this.
So for our Dad, in memoriam with all our love.
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