Tribute To My King Daddy Dearest

This is so difficult to write because it makes it so real that you’re gone from me physically forever. I know for an absolute fact that you’re in heaven grooving to the trumpets, drums and harps played by the Saints and Angels and I can only imagine your ever cheerful smile as you take in the sights and sounds of it all. 

You were my anchor who kept me rooted and loved me completely when it seemed no one else did. Through your tough and disciplined nature, you loved and shielded me from hurt and pain. I’ve got so many of your traits flowing through my body and I’m the better for these. These have shaped me into the resilient yet loving and lovable person I am today. You were the original Survivor, the great Lion with many lives who dared and defied death on so many occasions, yet who always came out victorious. 

Your positive disposition to life and situations were absolutely exemplary. Your genuine care for others and your desire to make peace with and for everyone was amazing to behold. A true King you were, through and through. You embraced your royal bloodline and carried yourself with such grace, endeavoring to carry all others along on your journey to becoming better and established. 

Oh, my daddy, my daddy, you’ve called to check in on me daily for the past four years, without fail. You’ve encouraged and prayed for my children and I daily. A few days ago, I instinctively picked up my phone to text you but then I realized I could never do that again. You’re gone from me forever daddy. 

I promise to keep pushing through life and overcome whatever challenges it throws at me (although I know you will march up to whoever’s in charge of the test-of-faith department up there and convince them to cut me some slack because I’m your precious baby Princess, your dearest Bukenkebukensin who deserves some soft life at this point) 

I promise to make you prouder than I did while you were with us. I promise to love you more in my heart and tell your great grandchildren about you and the legacy you left behind. I love you dad, and I miss you a great deal. Sleep well King Daddy, your memory lives on in our hearts. 

                                                  

Dance With My Father Again

I never really got it, the pain of losing a parent but I do now and truly death stings. 😩My dearest King Daddy has gone to be with the Angels. It all still feels like a dream to me, and I often find myself wishing I could literarily turn back the hands of time and sit with him for a full day, maybe even get at least one dance in with him. 💔

I really do not know what to do, how to feel, how to move forward from this pain and the crushing heartbreak et al but I am definitely taking things one hour at a time and praying fervently that God grants me strength to get through this. Not one day at a time but an hour per time because, clearly, now I understand when they say grief comes and goes in waves.

I feel God had somewhat prepared me for this period ahead of time because the events and experiences I have had since the beginning of the year and me retracing my steps back to God are what has held me up since my King Daddy passed. There are no words to describe the numbing pains and feeling of helplessness but just knowing that God is my ultimate source holds me up and keeps me going through it all.

                                                   

We laid him to rest on the 8th of November and it was beautiful. He would have loved it and been very proud of us. God, I miss him so bad it hurts. we all miss him. Truly, only God can comfort the grieving because nothing anyone says to me penetrates enough to soothe me or helps me makes sense of this tragedy that's befallen me. (This is not to undermine your unwavering support o) Yes, he lived well and impacted lives but the huge tragedy here for me is not being able to reach him whenever I want to anymore, ever again o. Ah! To be able to rewind time just a wee bit....... 😞😭😫

                                           

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