A Tribute To My Dad

My dad was a great man. He was well loved by his family and friends. He was a wonderful person at heart who cared deeply for his wife and children and for his mother and siblings. My dad was a happy-go-lucky person who loved having guests around and entertaining his friends. My dad has been the sole protector and the pillar of strength for our family. Its a huge shoe here that has been left for me to fill.

He is a wonderful son,husband, father and brother to us all. He has been married to my mum for 20 years now and has spent his whole life together with her with lots of love and care than anyone could imagine. Seeing the both of them together seems like they just started dating like teenagers rather than being married to each other.

To me, they took the meaning of love to a whole new level. The amount of care they have for each other was unimaginable. He was her very own knight in shinning armour. All the years of my life, I have never seen them being rude or deceitful to one another. They have set a very good example for me and my little bro. Even though my mum was not from here and from a different race, he never once disrespected or mistreated her.

My dad was very well respected by his friends and his peers. He provided us with everything we wanted and tries his best not to dissapoint us. As hard as things may be and as much problems as he was having to go through he would never let us know because he never wanted us to worry. He wants to do it all by himself cause he felt that what was his responsibility should not be put on to others.

He is the type that if i still can do it i’ll do it all. He was responsible in building our family. He took care of everything for us. Even though he was tired and he was getting old that would still not stop him from working day and night to provide a good education and everything else for us. Seeing my dad hold this huge burden on his shoulders tears me up inside for i was helpless and unable to help lighten his burden. He was more concern for his family then for himself.

My dad was a man with a few words, at least he was to us. He doesn’t talk or say much to us. When i was growing up we distanced apart and i thought it was because he didn’t love me but i was wrong. He did love me, very much actually. He just never knew how to show it. Now that i’m older and wiser, i realize now that he did show me love, bundles of it infact, but just not in a way that i would see it.

My dad was a very fit person and for this to happen was an absolute shock to all of us. To find my uncle knocking on my door at 5am to tell me that my dad was in d hospital was a shock for me. I just saw him before he left for a dinner. I rushed to the hospital and when i arrived at the hospital, I found all my relatives there, i knew i was too late. I cant believe he’s gone, and the cause was heart attack..definitely a silent killer indeed. It was creeping unto him..waiting for a time..so unexpected..then it took him..silently but quickly..the shock still has quite resenated in us yet. But then again we cant turn back time and everything happens for a reason. I just thank god that he wasn’t alone when it happened and that we know the truth. I pray that his soul may rest in peace and that he is in a better place with you, O Lord.

(24/12/1957-03/06/2008)

written on 04/06/2008