I leaned back onto a pile of blankets, and fell asleep…

20 minutes later my alarm rang and I got up feeling drunk for lack of sleep. I had a shower and started waking the kids and getting them ready.

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At 4:45 am my dad came to see me to say goodbye and he allowed me to hug and kiss him. He was never comfortable with hugs and kisses and I always enjoyed giving him big hugs and telling him that I loved him. Followed by something like “I know you don’t like hugs but I give them and I love you dad”.

My biggest fear was that something would happen to him while we were apart. We’d planned for him to spend some time travelling between England, Zimbabwe and here. Goodbyes are never easy, no matter how short they might be for. And I cried as I said goodbye, as I always do. In fact went back again to him to give him another hug and kiss. Whenever I say goodbye to someone I’m so aware of my own and their mortality, I’m sincere in shedding tears because you never know when you will see that person again.

Eish :(

I felt like I was leaving my heart. My tears wouldn’t stop. My dad didn’t feel comfortable with how emotional I always have been, and this day was no exception. And as much as it was hurting me to leave him, I know he felt the same because we were so interdependent. Inseparable. Two peas in a pod.

I didn’t want to leave him but I had to – after all everything was arranged. Flights paid for, health insurance, college enrollment … If only I hadn’t been so ambitious… #HindsightClarity

My taxi arrived and I loaded the kids and luggage into the car…

#MeAndMyKids #OutrageousLife #SingCookLove #StoryOfMyLife

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