My dear pa
It’s all done.
Dad has been laid to rest. I held it all in on the day of the funeral. Mom and sis broke into tears at moments and i felt grief threatening to overcome but I refused. I had to man up to be the arm over their shoulder. I find great comfort in knowing dad is finally free of illness and old age. He is liberated and young once again. That 84-year old body can no longer hold him captive and being the outgoing type he is he’s now as free as a bird. Yay for him!
That said I still miss dad very much and I know very well it only takes a trigger to break my facade. I know I will give in to my grief when the moments arrive.
As I walked by the spots dad and I had been before, I see and I feel him. A friend of mine reminded his blood flows in me and he’ll always be with me wherever I am. How well-said.
I love you dad. I hope I have been a good son and I really hope I had done ok. I’ll see you again one day. And when the day comes I’ll hold your hand and kiss you on your forehead once again. I love you pa.