My father passed away on Saturday 31 May 2014. It has been 2 weeks.
My father was lucid till the end. That morning, he sat on a stool at the sink and kept throwing out lumps of blood clot. At 6.25 am, he changed to a clean pair of pants, passed me an envelope of cash which he always carried in his pocket, and asked me to "call the ambulance".
Those were his last words. By 6.30 am, his breathed his last.
I was there to take in his last words. He left me, and this world. He left me and my siblings all the physical things he had worked for in his life. He brought nothing along. He was alone.
He loved me, and provided for me, throughout his life. He had tried to teach me all that he had learnt in his lifetime, although I was seldom listening or teachable.
I am extremely grateful to father and, of course, mother. Nobody had given me so much of themselves. What I gave them was miniscule compared to what they had selflessly given me.
I am forever thankful to father and mother.
And I thank God who gave me my parents. God, please let us meet in Heaven again one day.
It was just 2 weeks. Of course I am still emotional about father's departure. Of course I am still very sad...
Father God, I thank you for giving me my wonderful parents.
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