August 8, 2018.
Nothing prepares you for the ache. You feel like you have had time to prepare for the inevitable, but when it comes, you find that nothing could have prepared you for this moment.
Tuesday August 8, 2018 started out as a beautiful day. There was light through out the night, I woke up, ironed the ootd, boiled water for a bath, put in a little workout and packed breakfast. There was also a beautiful sun outside, and I thought it was going to be such a beautiful day.
In retrospect, there were the hours between 3 and 5 that I struggled to sleep. Could it be because my morning was turning at that moment.
I know you are definitely in a better place. I know here wasn’t any good for you anymore but we all selfishly wanted you here, keeping faith for the days you are strong enough to hold our hands and say our names.
I will miss you. And this is putting it mildly.
I’ll miss our conversations. Nobody can come close to you in that department. You were the most brilliant man.
I’ll miss your presence in Emmanuel Church. How your beautiful singing voice transcends all the other voices hymn-singing. Or when you clear your throat through the quiet of the congregation. Someone started sitting in your corner and I havent stopped deathstaring at that person.
I’ll miss our meals together. Your pristine table manners. They don’t make men like you anymore 😦
I’ll miss sharing your biscuits and chocolate.
I’ll miss your style. You had great taste and it reflected all around you.
I will miss your smile. Oh Daddy! That very sweet grin that you have. Your hugs and your busses.
I don’t know for certain what’s on the other side. I know our faith tells of a time in eternity, but I’m grateful that on this side, you were here with me and for me.
The greatest uncle ever!