Today is the 4th of March 2013, and the day my father would have turned 65 - being born in 1948.
Although this is a very sad day for me - he died in June 1999 - I need to share some of my memories of him.
He was always young at heart, always ready to pull a prank on people, whether it was his kids, brothers, sisters, etc.
He always loved to play in the yard with us kids, having bought us all waterguns and us chasing each other around the yard, getting sopping wet and having fun.
Today especially I feel him around me. As if to say, don't worry my child, I am always there when you need me.
This morning my son looked up behind me and said "oupa" (grandpa) and smiled. I believe that children, being young and innocent without any preconceived notion of how the world works and what actually exists are more open to experiences than adults, and with time and age they outgrow this gift.
I know my dad is with me, comforting me, but sometimes I feel like I need more, which in itself is very selfish of me. He didn't decide when his end came, and I don't have any grudge feelings toward any higher power or against him because his time came too soon.
Letter to my Dad:
Daddy, I love you, and know that you know what is going on in my life, and will always be there when I need you. Thank you for all those times you have made your presence known to me, and for standing by me when I needed you most.
Thank you for being there for my son, your only grandson and making your presence known to him. Thank you for comforting me when I needed it the most.
I love you, Dad. And always feel you in times of great stress or sadness. And know always that love transcends death.
Thank you for being here today, and letting me know that I am loved and cherished.
Your loving Daughter