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Its Friday, and I'm in love

I watched as my uncle was laid to
rest on saturday. I cried new tears as I watched the coffin being lowered into the ground. I cried with his children as they cast dust upon the coffin, commiting their father's body to mother earth. From dust to dust......
 
Across from me, I watched my father, tears in his eyes as he buried his brother not of the same blood. Friend, for over 40 years and I wept for him too. I saw my mother beside him, holding his hand. I knew that she was remembering a similar burial from 8 years ago. When she buried my late uncle's wife. Her friend and confidant. And I cried for her too.  And fell in love with my parents, all over again.
 
Most times we take our parents for granted. Assuming that they'd always be around. But what if?....My father was my bestie for many years. Until I felt like I'd outgrown him, and sought friendship elsewhere. Not anymore. Recently, i didnt speak to him voluntarily for almost 2 months becasue of something that was my fault. These days, i cant wait for him to travel, and be out of my way. Not anymore. Not anymore. I cannot fathom my life without my daddy. My champion. Every bruised knee, every career change, he's always been there. My biggest supporter and the apple of my eyes. Daddy's smile melts my heart. My soul knows every contour of his face. I wonder what I thought the first time I saw him. I wish I knew. But I know now that I want to savor every single second. My daddy....
 
Mummy. Friend. Mentor. Teacher...Kin. . The same way she carried me for 9 months, is the same way she has carried me for 23 years. With love, attention, devotion and dedication. I love to see her smile. There's so much of her in me. These days we rarely fight. There is no need to anymore. Now I'm drawing her closer. Stay a while longer. I dont ever wanna be free from you...
 
So I am in love. With my parents. They that bore me and gave me life. I am in love with life.
 
We take so many things for granted. We assume so many things. I know I blog about this alot. perhaps as a constant reminder to myself. A ringing in my mind. Telling me that I should not take anything for granted. The sand of the times of my life are slowly drifting into the other half of the hourglass. Let me not weigh my heart down, nor be burdened by that which I cannot change. Let me love me. and you. Let me live everyday in hope. Hope that today will be better than yesterday, even while knowing that my times are in His hands.
 
So have I told you lately that i love you? Have I told you lately that I care? If I havent, this is me , loving you. Dear life, dear loved one. My unchained melody.
 
To God, who has for now, blessed me with these...
To you, and yours, May He keep you from harm.
 
I love you

#np: The first time I ever saw your face ~ Leona Lewis
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Comments

Anonymous said…
this i can relate to,its so deep
yetitweets said…
truth talk. true talk. I am becoming a fan.
pattrick said…
This Deep...this is making me rethink about my Dad!!!
Anonymous said…
Love this post
Anonymous said…
Really deep. Explanation of bond between a Child and parents on POINT. Luv it.
Temite said…
You are amazing. I kown I sound like a broken record. But SoulSis, you are a role model. The words trickle out from your soul smelling of lavender and sugar and everything sweet and lovely. You have a talent...never take that for granted. Protect it. Work it. Keep writing and keep illuminating the world with your charm. :D

To my Mom and Pop...I will find a way to fall in love with you again. I know I had to leave to discover the gem you created but now...I will come back to our love.

Off to go call them...actually they are sleeping...but I will do it once they wake up.
NoLimit said…
Wow this is just apt! Will be loving pple more!
Olalekt said…
this is making me retrace my steps .... thanks
Issey, Uche said…
well....sometimes death is all the inspiration we need.
I did not get the chance to tell my dad I loved Him and I keep thinking did He know we would miss him........
When We say Thank God for the gift of life while you are Alive..We mean It.
Just stopped by at your blog...cool.
check out mine :)...
*sigh*..may their souls rest in peace.

I get nostalgia atimes also...we don't know the value of something until we lost it...may i never make that mistake..hence...i don't joke with my parents o!..They are my 'backbone'...just thank GOD ALMIGHTY for the privilege to be their one of their children.*smiling*

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