This post is dedicated to those who have grief for the great lost of their father to sickness, to those who have to grow up in a broken family, to those whose father who has broke their hearts before any boy could and also to those who have not have a chance to even see their father when they're born.
I want you to know that all of you are warriors. Whoever and wherever you are reading this, I want you to know that you have come a long way and you have fought many battles throughout life and I am proud of you.
I can comprehend how you must have felt during the years of growing up, watching other people's dad picking them up from school or having to have the time to play futsal with them. Perhaps you feel happy but there is always a curiosity to how it is like to grow up with a father.
My father was a great businessman , he had a lot of weird ideas that brought him to success. He was big and tall and he could sing very well. I spend most of my evenings pretending I could fly because he would pick me up on his shoulders and we would sing together in the car when he drives me to kindergarten. I lost my dad to heart-attack when I was 10 and there is no easy way to have cope as the situation happened very quickly. I did not have a chance to say my last words or visit him in any hospital as he was not staying in any. It just happened.
Ever since he is gone, I grew up worrying about how my brother would grow up because most of my cousins are females and my uncle a busy man. There was nobody that could set a good example of how to be a gentleman. However, I am blessed as it is God's gift that my brother turn out to be one of the most kind-hearted soul not only to my mum and his girlfriend Abby but also a very great brother to me.
Throughout the years of me growing up I would always wonder if things would be much different if he were to be still around. I even have people in class that laughed at me because I didn't have a dad and they would make fun of me when we had to fill some documents for school and I had to tick in the column "anak yatim".
It's been 10 years since he is gone and there is not a single day I do not wish to tell him how my day was but I only hope for one thing, that he would be proud of the woman I have become.
People often say that I share my stories to get pity or to get boys to like me but I want my readers to understand, that sharing what meant most to us is not looking for pity, but it is being brave enough to share the biggest impact that has ever occur to us, hoping it would inspire others. I want to be able to let people know that those who has to spend the rest of their life not being able to celebrate Father's Day , that you are not alone. Hoping that you would feel better that I am in the same situation with you and I recognized that people like you are ardent and beautiful as a whole. Having one less parent does not make you any less special.
Feel free to share your stories with me through my ask.fm. If you do not wish to tell me who you are, you may click on the anonymous button.
To those who are celebrating Father's Day today, I pray that the universe bless your family abundantly and I thank all fathers out there for doing a great job holding, loving and providing for the family. Your wife and children should be very proud of you.
Special thanks to my mum :
Happy Father's Day.
Till then, much love.
And daddy, I'll always be your little girl. Rest in peace.
No comments:
Post a Comment