Your mission was me, Dad

Today would have been my father’s birthday.

The toughest challenge I have ever had in my life so far was to accept my father’s end of life.

First thoughts: “This is just a nightmare, I’m going to wake up in a minute”, “Why is this happening? My father doesn’t deserve to die”, “He still had so much to give”, “This is not fair”…

When my father left, I had to learn…

how to live without him,

how to go through difficult moments in life without his support,

how to deal with my/our finances,

how could I live without his funny moments, his songs, his loving and caring words, his smell, his touch

HIM!

After all these years, I am not sure how I did it, but I just did!

I accepted that my father had a mission and his mission was to make me the woman who I am today.

He might have been gone somewhere else, another dimension, but I know he is with me every moment.

I think of him every single day and he still inspires me for what he was, his values and his priorities. He is part of me and will always be.

And I will make sure that what he stood for in life and the man he was also passes on to my son – that’s for sure.

Actually, accepting is to love.

The past has precious things and we shouldn’t forget those and make the most out of them to live better our present moment.

Thank you, dad.