Today marks the 25th anniversary of my dad's passing.
How do i feel?
i have so many feelings running through me. Since last year i've been thinking about this day.
25 years no be joke o!
Some people don't live that long.
Some friendships don't last that long.
Heck! Some marriages don't last that long.
From my dad's pictures he was a fine man. No sentiments attached. He was fine. Tall. Jovial. Fun-loving, extroverted. and an Engineer. meaning brilliant. Well maybe a bit naive.
Spoke to my Godmother about a month ago and she gisted me about him. how he use to take care of my mum, buy her stuff, take her out with my sis in tow then yap her small sef cuz she no too get hair for head.
i got hair mind you. Got it from my dad :-)
Basically all those close to him and my mum say he was a good guy. i was so happy to hear that. I can't remember anything about him. Thank God he's not like his big bro and sister. i leave them to God.
i SO SO wish i knew him. I’m sure we'd have been pals.
My sister and i use to argue that we looked like him more than the other and not my mum. i guess i ended up looking like my mum.My bro is the one with all the fine features. he got the height 6.2, long-straight-no-yams-legs, good skin. Flat belly. drat! I’m jealous!
i thank God we were able to still stay together and love each other. we are a strong family. mum REALLY tried cuz to be both a mother and FATHER figure to her children was tough.
i wish i had danced with him. wish i could dance with him. Luther Vandross captured it well.
heres to you daddy. (kinda feels strange saying it).
Thanks for watching over us. hope u in heaven.
God bless us, everyone.