Dad

Let’s go into the books of the past. We don’t keep them but we keep the good memories. Many things happen when one is born. Everyone has a part they play in that human growth. The boy or girl grows to choose who they adore and who they always want to be with. As we all know, sometimes we don’t know the value of what we’ve been holding until it’s lost. The only way to compensate yourself is to hold a few memories you can turn to. Dad, I’m grateful.

A mother is loved because she cares. She does many things Father doesn’t do. They are always there from the beginning till when you can do everything by yourself. That midnight sleep you denied her will always make her give you the love she can. That’s what life is all about. If you ever have doubts about love, look at the way your mother treated you till today and know we don’t have different types of love it’s the same love. Mother’s care can’t be compared but we all have our reasons for our choices. My dad was my favorite. I got to know when he was gone.

I lost my dad about 12 years ago. I was not that a kid when he passed but I have little memory of us together. He had always wanted me around. I was around but my heart and eyes weren’t always there. It was just like he was shallow in front of me. Anytime he made way for us to be together, I would be there but I won’t feel the moment. I didn’t get to see what it’s like to have a father show your love. To have a father gives you the best of everything. I had eyes but no sight. If I could have that time back again.

Years later after his death, I began to see. I had conversations with people and I realized I lost a strong pillar. Being a man isn’t just about who you are or how well you grow but it grows for the training and the learning one gets the have from his dad. When I had that chance, I lost it. When I realized it, he was gone. That’s how Dad left me. I’m now in an ocean with a canoe which I can’t drive out. I’m in the middle of the football game but I still don’t know how to score a goal. I would have learned all that around you but I missed that chance.

The little memories I have about you are precious. I keep them safe. I hope I make great use of them before they fade away. They are so much I lack but I can’t cry it out because I know you tried. Memories aren’t like assets that we choose which to keep. We lose them bit by bit and we never know which one is fading off at a time. I hope yours stick for a long.

I remember a bit of the man you were. A man of fewer words. A man of no action. A man of many talents and love. A man who cared so much about people that he never bothered about who was disturbing him. You are missed, Dad. I hope my children will make good use of me.