I lost my father at the age of 12. My life will be hard………….
My father died at a young age of 49 on July 9, 2020. I was just 12yrs old when my loving father passed away one night in the hospital. He was a wonderful man and he deserves this tribute.
Since November, my papa has had extreme pain around his stomach. He and my mother had to deal with so many doctors, meds, pain, news, and so much sadness.
My father was diagnosed with some rare cancer. I don’t know how or why he got cancer but it was known that his cancer had reached stage four after he was in the hospital.
These past months when he got sick, we did our best to make him happy in his last days. We gave him the grandest Birthday and Father’s Day we could ever give. I still remember when it was my Birthday, he even had said, “ I’m sorry if I don’t last for your next birthday beta.”
I did not care. I knew that my papa would be fine for all my birthdays in the future too.
In the end, my Mausi (Aunt) told me that, “ He was in a lot of pain. He is now free. Free from that pain. Let him go, let him go.”
How could I let him go? How? I could not take his place ever. And I could not let the fact that he is gone come over me either.
So here is the tribute to my precious soul. My Papa.
Life is like a torch. When it burns out, then it can never be the same again……
Thank You, Papa. For everything you have done
And for shining like the bright sun
I thank you not for who you are
But thank you for the things you have done.
Thank you, Papa. May you rest happily and peacefully in heaven. I love you and promise you that I will keep your legacy alive forever.