>> Sunday, 17 June 2012
Growing up I always told everyone that I have two mothers and two fathers. My biological parents and my favorite aunt and uncle - Aunty Betty (my mom's eldest sister) and her husband, Uncle Freddy. There were not just close but we lived in close proximity. By the time I came along (read born), my aunt and uncle's children were bordering on teenage-doom so I quickly became the baby in the family.
I was so privileged to have had two great dads. Unfortunately, both of them have left this world. It has been more than a decade since they've passed but not a day goes by that I do not think of them. So often I wish they were here so that I can ask their advice, laugh with them, hug them, cook a meal for them or to just sit with them, content and comfortable in the silence of their company. There are so many things I'd like to say, especially now that I am older. Most of all, I'd want to thank them for loving me and for teaching me among other things.
Last year I lost my beloved cousin David (my aunt & uncle's son). He was the eldest of all my cousins and he became the father-figure in my life that I would turn to for guidance; he was the one that I'd share my ups and downs with. He was the one that helped things to make sense. Now he too is gone. He left so very suddenly and I'm still trying to come to grips with that. I take comfort that my dads and now my beloved cousin are together watching over us all; that they are in a better place - at peace, at rest.
We will meet again. We have to. We must. This cannot be the end. Heavenly father, thank you for sending your angels into my life. And thank you father for being my constant companion.
For all the fathers that read this blog, Happy Father's Day. May this and all your days be richly blessed.