I recently took a step in the right direction (will share about it later on), and memories keep flooding in, and i couldn't help but think about dad and mum. Talking about them is the only thing i have, that i can hold on to, about them.
It’s true that anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be called ‘Daddy’.
It’s always hard talking about him, but I don’t ever want to stop talking about him. I don’t want to lose those precious moments; the thoughts of what we had together.
He was a special father and I want to be like him, and also I want to work on his flaws to make me even a better "Daddy". He was sweet, warm, charming, with his small scaled lips. He’s the same height as me, and yes, we look alike. I love walking with him. I always have this wonderful feeling when we go out together, I just can’t describe it, maybe excitement or safety or anything, I don’t know, but it’s always a great feeling.
I remembered how I always send a note to the lady beside my house, anytime he visits me in school, and he will be the one to deliver, and sure, he will get one from her and give me too. He knew we were young and probably it will wear out when we become older, and yes, he was right. He allowed us be the child that we were, but he still never indulged us. He balanced both, perfectly. I missed the way he would get angry anytime I do something wrong, and the way he would tell me to give him massage. I have that touch. He prefers my massage. Now, i have no one to give one to. (You can enrol if you want one). I can’t just say it all but I miss him. I thought i would cry but no, i didn't. He made me stronger. He prepared me for days like this.
Last words are for people who never said enough while they lived.
When he left, I was broken. I wish I could turn back the hands of time or spend his last moments with him. For a minute, the world didn't exist, at least to me. I was blank and I was trying to come to terms with that truth. I was hoping for a miracle, hoping he’d wake up before we bury him, yeah, it was that crazy. That truth and "other truths" became obvious and I had to start my journey to become a man.
The message is simple, i need to say, appreciate your folks, whether they piss you off (or you dislike them like some would say), for whatever you guys get going, but love them, before you know it, you’d wish you still have them. Show them the love they need and spend more time with them because as time goes on, those precious moments would be all that you will ever have left.
This thought came after watching a movie today, about "Madea", trying to reunite a dysfunctional family together. The older daughter thought she had it together, until she lost her mum, and she knew there was nothing she could have done about it anymore. She had several chances, but never took it.
Time flies by, by the speed of jet.
Thank you for reading.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.