Farewell my dad, rest in peace.
These days, I barely sleep and the only thing that makes me feel sane is writing my thoughts. The death of my second parent took a while to sink in. It took me a month to accept that my dad was dead.
Many times I felt as if I was losing my mind. Words can’t describe the pain and trauma I am going through.
After my mum’s death, I had a chat with my dad and told him that my mum made me promise her I would take care of her husband (my dad).
I observed that my dad changed so much in the last four years. We became very close, and I usually teased him in the words of my mum. This lightened his mood and made me laugh.
I am glad that I made the last four years memorable for my dad. While doing this, I got the father-daughter bond I always wanted.
I learnt that it is good in every person; You just need to give them a chance and love them regardless of their flaws.
The days of saying my farewells are closer than I imagined. Gosh! I am dreading it. I am not ready to say goodbye.
Read more of my thoughts on grief and loss.