One last time.
No one knows the day nor the hour. But what is guaranteed is that there is never enough time. Never enough preparation for such a loss as this. I wish I had known which time would be the last. The last phone call, the last visit, the last hug, the last kiss, the last time I’d hear you say “make sure you’re wearing your mask and protecting yourself”. If I had known it would be the last time I’d make you laugh or you’d make me smile. If I had known it would be our last picture together. If I had known it would be the last time I would roll my eyes at you worrying too much. Or hearing you ask about my mother and seeing if I had checked on my sisters. If I had known this would be the last time I’d hear you say, “ I love you more”. I would have let it linger just a little longer. I would have listened a little more intently, laughed a little harder, smiled a little brighter, and embraced you for a few extra seconds.
So, now you leave me with only the precious memories of the good times, a few pictures and some voice mails. But, my burden is a little lighter knowing you’ve gone on to be with your savior. I bet you are looking good in your new crown and robe. Rest well daddy, I’ll miss you. I love you,
Lilaah