My hubby had
a perfect shot that day. If it just
another ordinary day or we are just vacationing elsewhere, it would be picture
perfect. Great day, good weather and we
are far away from home. But that perfect
shot is from my father’s burial. As we
let those balloons up in the air and we cried for his soul to be with our Lord
God, I know he’s free.
It’s been 2
weeks now and I still cry on my sleep.
Sometimes, I feel that he’s still there in our house, waiting for us to
visit them. I feel sorry that it was
not a good year for hubby and me last year.
I have so many plans for him but my hands are tied. Instead, I make sure that we visit them every
weekend to help my sister in her canteen business and Nathan will be there in
the house entertaining them.
I wrote
something in the balloon I was holding before I release it. I wrote there that Papa will be with God now
and that he rest in peace and I love him very much. I have so many I hopes and I wish in my mind
but I know it makes no difference now. I
just pray that I hope he understands me and that I hope he feels that I love
him.
I love you,
Papa. May the Good Lord guide you in His
arms. Rest in Peace.
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