Dad

Aug 25, 2012 16:30

It was finally over yesterday. We collected the ashes and placed it in the columbarium, where it will remain for the next 60 years. My brother asked if we'll need to renew its residence at the end of the term. All I could think of was if we'll even still be around in 2072.

Over the last few days, I've had the privilege of listening to others speak of my Dad with such fondness. Every memory of him painted a kind, gentle soul who never raised his voice or got impatient with anyone. He treated people with respect and showed neither bias or prejudice.

As a father, he's always shown support in my decisions and choices, even when i know he may not necessarily agree with them. Naturally any parent have certain expectations of their children. That said, my Dad never once imposed them on me nor felt the need to put pressure on my undertakings as an adult. With him, it was about my own path and my own life as long as I was happy. Our relationship was not a particularly close one, partly due to the fact that we're both rather private people, him more so. I haven't shared much of my personal life with him, and that's something I wish could have changed given time.

My Dad and I have never said those three words to each other since I was a little kid. Perhaps we felt there wasn't a need to verbalise it.

Dad, I love you and I will miss you dearly.
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