Its really hard to forget SOMEONE that gave you so much to REMEMBER

Just last night, before i lay on my bed to sleep i stumbled on a resonating sound track by Luther Vandross, titled Dance with the father and i could not stop myself lost in flashes of thoughts, memories dreams i wish would come through. Moments that i as well shared with my dad and so wish it would alive again. Maybe i should recap a few lines of the lyrics so you can travel with me in feel how is it.

" Back when i was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance
With me and spin me around till o fell asleep
Then up in the stairs he would carry me
And i know i for sure was loved...
If i could steal one final glance,
One final step, One final step, One final dance, with him.
I' d play a song that would never end...
I know am praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved..."

Well, i lost my dad to the sting of death 3th August 2016 and my paradigm was shifted . Before then i have not really lost anyone that dear so it was a strange experience totally. I was like "so this is what is actually feels like to loose a loved one".
It was at that moment that the proverb " only he that wears the shoe know where and how it itch".

You know it can be very common for people (sym-empathisers) to come around and truly the comfort of their presence can be a lot more relieving.
But the reality is when they retire to their different houses it seems like the comfort of presence seems to fade away, and the would appears to be still fresh on your mind.

I really did and still acknowledge everyone one of them for their time, messages, gifts, support and lots much from my friends, colleagues, and more. However, i purse at times to wonder

"Wait a minute! Have any one them even lost a loved one before, Do they even feel the pains i feel or
Understand tbe challenge my family was going through?.
Have they lost anything dear to them before?
If yes, How were they able to move on with it.

Attack and Accusation From Frienemies

Sometimes in life you get to truly find out that those who you trusted as family were actually Judas.

We were persistently harassed by so called uncles and in- laws as it were... My mum was impeached of killing my dad with poison.
Even when the autopsy report stated otherwise. My dad actually died of Diabetes.
It was truly a trying and tough time for us ( my mum, a sister and two other brothers) eapecially with the almost everyday ranting from the ones we thought were family.
The very ones whoms shoulder we thougjt we could cry on were the ones stabbing us in front and in the back as well.

-I really may not go further in detail of the experience (emotional trauma) because am already sheding tears in my heart.-

Strangers becoming family

Its miraculously amazing how God used those we never new to render help, support in wondrous way throughout the time of the planing and burial proper.

Comfort Extraordinary

Amidst all odds, i must say it was only God that kept us moving from strength to strength and peace of mind that passed all understanding.
The love and grace of God garisonned our heart amidst all oppositions.

What does not kill you they say would only make you stronger.

The death of my dad only open my eyes the greener and yet adventous race of manhood.
I realised that others in their uniqueness also had a story to tell. It was stepping stone of insight for me to acknowledge and identify with others as well in whatever it was that they were going through.