The past weekend was a whirlwind of emotions. I was both heart broken and frightened at the same time.
Last Saturday was my father’s 10th year passing anniversary. My husband accompanied me to the province to visit my Papa. I have not visited his grave for so many years because I carry him with me all the time. Ten years had passed and I still cry like it was just yesterday. I was crushed when he passed. As his primary caregiver I never lost hope but as his daughter, I was surrendering him to the Lord. The memories came back and I can only cry. I wept because my Papa was too young to leave us. I wept because I miss him terribly. But I know he is happier up there with the Lord. Pain free and with my Mama. I also wept for the times I needed and will be needing parental advise. Going through life an orphan is not easy. Even with my husband beside me, it will never the the same as when my parents are around to guide, help and provide wisdom. But such is the course of life and I have to stay strong, stand firm and let life be my teacher, my mentor and hope against hope that all will be blessed and according to His will.