Remembrance

Hello steemians!

Today is the 8th day of January, a day that means a lot to me. On this day in the year 2006, I lost my dad. He had a major road accident in a bus while coming back from a journey, may his gentle soul rest in perfect peace.

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He embarked on the journey that took his life just to make sure his family got the money they needed, it was a work trip. He is still one of the selfless men I’ve met, a caring father. I would not forget easily the events that took place that day, that changed our (my family) lives forever.

It was on a Sunday afternoon, he was supposed to be home by 2pm and we were expectant. Cooked his meal and we were waiting, especially for the bread he buys anytime he is coming home from his travels. That was when mum’s phone rang, as soon as I knew it was his number calling I dashed to his room to make his bed.

As I was inside, I heard the family talking in the sitting room and it does not sound like excitement. I got there only for me to hear that it was the members of the FRSC (Federal Road Safety Corps) calling through my dad’s number. It was then I knew dad is no more.

They must have assured my mum that there is no cause for alarm with all expertise because she sounded confident dad is just in the hospital, I really hoped that was the case. I would not forget easily how she travelled down to the next state to see for herself, how I slept in my neighbor’s house alongside my sister.

The amount of tears that was shed and the bitterness, the days of having to think I would have gotten/done something easily if dad was around. During these 13 years I learnt to know that sometimes it is not the pain of the loss of a loved one that hurts, it is having to see people look at you with pity as if you are an invalid. That thing hurts!

I had thought I would write another letter to him as I did last year, but I just felt like putting this up on the blockchain where I know it would not be lost easily.

The truth is that I really miss him, no matter how hard I try to hide it. Had wished I really know what it means for a grown up son to have a real father-son talk, how weird it feels to have another man advise me.

But I am grateful to God for coming through for me every time, He has always provided from my needs and stayed true to His words.

I am grateful for real friends and family, they kept me going in hard times. I am really grateful, there is a whole lot to be thankful for than to cry about.

All is well!