dad's 7th

three days after HP7, it's my dad7 as well.

tomorrow would be seven years since my father passed away.

it was probably both a relief, despite the deep void and pain of his leaving, for many of us who loved him. his everyday pain stabbed our hearts, especially my mom's. a slight movement feels like a thousand pins on him. yet despite that, he never complained. he often was the one assuring his visitors that he will be fine. while we were quietly crying in our private corners, my father lifted everything to the Lord. he said... "this is a gift. i have been given the opportunity to go through what Jesus did." only a bigger man could have thought that and endured that.

i loved my father dearly. i still do.

it hurt to see my mother visit the cemetery two years after with tears straining to fall. and i think despite how we kid her to get a boyfriend, she still loves my father so much.

and he is an easy man to love. he helped family, friends and strangers in different ways. he was light hearted, pleasing and full of life. his wake was a sold out concert, with people flowing to the outside. people telling wonderful stories about my father. his room mate in the office sharing how for the last fourteen years they shared the same room he would always talk about my mom and boast about us.

he is my man. and only a few can measure up to him in my eyes.

i miss you, dad. am sure you are enjoying heaven.