Death, death, death. Why? why have you taken my lovely, unique and precious dad away from me when I needed him most in this rugged life. At times, while reading, I may come across a word, instead of consulting my dictionary for explanation, I will tell myself, Dad, will explain better. Ohhh, the next thing that will occur is tears rolling down my cheeks because Dad is no more alive in the land of the living.
14th day of April 2008 brought tears, ðŸ˜, agony, thick gloom and devastation into my life and that of my family in general. All through the night prior to his death, he prayed to Almighty God to help and protect us (his children) in this world. After saying Amen, I asked him, Dad, why praying only for us? what about you? don't you need God's protection too? he said to me, my dear, you won't understand. All through that night, I and my dear sister present then didn't sleep. His health kept deteriorating and my mind kept telling me that Dad will kick the bucket soon.
As a strong man and soldier he was, he tried all his best to defeat death throughout that night. At a point, he said to us, my daughter's, so you guys are here and am battling all alone? Hey, we looked at ourselves, and the only thing we could do was nothing but to cry 😠because, we knows how we are trying our best to care for him.
Around 6:30 am on that April 14th, he started sleeping. I said to him, Dad, wake up. He said, wake me up naa, I want to wake up I replied saying: Dad, am trying to wake you up. please wake up for me your lastborn. Dad's final response to me left me in tears even as am writing this content. Yes, am bitterly crying ðŸ˜ðŸ˜. Do you know that my one and only dad that never play with me told me marajah, it's quite unfortunate, you can't wake me up. Immediately after passing such statement, he entered coma. By 7:10am, Dad kicked the bucket.
I cried and cried and cried. Yet, dad is gone. Who else would care for me the way dad does? his death devastated my future. The vacuum he created and left is too big that nothing presently can fill it up. Dad's presence gives me courage even in the face of adversity. As a soldier, he trained us not to feel timid. Nevertheless, dad Is gone, yet, his presence lives in my life. My next article will feature a part of his life alive in me.
Dear lovely friends of hive memorial forest, this is my first time posting in this lovely community. Glad to know of a community like this on hive where I can pour out my lost memories and grief feelings. Am now feeling a bit relieved for narrating how I lost my Hero in the cold hand of death at the age of 65 years. I really missed him.
Thanks to the founder of this amazing community. I have many lost stories to tell and share. Hope am welcomed? Thanks in advance. Love you all!!