God looked around His garden and saw an empty space,
then He looked down on this earth and saw your tired face,
He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest.
Gods garden must be beautiful for He only takes the best. 😢
Sometimes lose has a greater impact on us than we care to admit. See I had sworn I wouldn’t write about this yet every time I take a pen and paper and think of writing, this is what comes to mind. And every time that I ignore the urge my heart breaks a bit, I can’t be having any more heartbreak in my life, not this year anyway. So I decided to oblige, bear with me.
About three months ago, I lost my light. The world closed in on me. Everyday I wake up, his face comes to mind, the wind beneath my wings gone away to be with those of his kind. Angels that graced us with love and care, with a presence so beautiful and great that their absence makes all the difference in life. Papi, why did you have to go?
I remember the last day I saw him like it was yesterday. The pain I saw him go through receeds in my heart and every time I see his aching face my heart breaks. My father was not just my dad, he was my best friend, he was my anchor and he was my compass. Imagine loosing all that in a day, in a single moment.
A shattered world is all was left behind. I remember telling him I’d go back to school, whispering in his ear so it would be something just between us, then I looked up at him expecting a response, but with a tired mind and body, all he could do was faintly nod, and my heart broke again.
I don’t know why, but when the news came to me, I couldn’t really cry. God had given us all signs so we could prepare our hearts for this great pain. I took a matatu and travelled to the resting home. God how I felt empty, too empty for tears.
So I recently confessed to someone I couldn’t write anymore, he asked why and I got to thinking. Writing has become torture because he taught me how to, every time an idea comes to mind and I try to interpret it into something creative my mind goes to s#$t and I just can’t bear writing. I can’t bear remembering, I can’t stand the tears.
Hanging on to the hope that I’ll see him again some day, my world crumbles daily, my heart aches every minute. He was great to me and to the many more he knew and I know he will be great to others on his path in the after life. Till I see you again