Months into my grieving journey, I came to the realization that this had been other people’s reality too, long before it was mine. All those days I was living richly and happily, someone’s world had ended, that day was just my turn.
If you asked me about my dad, I’d tell you I love him and I miss him more than I have words for. That losing him is the most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life. That there isn’t a single day I don’t wish he was still here.
But if you asked me on a deeper level…
If you asked me about my dad, I’d tell you he was a good man who tried his best and loved his children in the way he knew how.
But if you asked me on a deeper level…
I’d tell you that one year later, it still doesn’t feel real. That I love him in the present tense and I always will. And that I am grateful, every single day, that I got to be his daughter - even if it wasn’t for long enough. 🥺🤍🕊️
I’d tell you that the worst part is the closure I never got. There was no final conversation. No last words. No moment where we both knew it was goodbye and said everything we needed to say. It was just a normal day - and then it wasn’t. And I have had to learn to live with that permanently open ending. The only thing that gives me any peace is the possibility of an afterlife. Because if there is one, I get to find him there. And I have so much to say.
I’d tell you that my dad gave me the opposite of daddy issues. He set the standard; quietly, consistently, just by being who he was. He showed me what a good man looks like before I ever had to go looking for one. And I carry that with me everywhere, into every room, into every decision about what I will and will not accept. That was his gift to me and he didn’t even know he was giving it.
one time on a work call, me, my supervisor and Bashy and he came into her room to ask her something and we all laughed and he greeted us and prayed for us and I greeted him in ebira. It was so funny. Ya Allah grant Bashy's Dad janat firdaus and comfort the family through this
Some of you will say, “because they kidnapped some people, should we not eat?”
One day, if tragedy knocks on your own door, you will understand why food refuses to enter the mouth of a grieving parent. Empathy should not wait until it becomes your turn.
Speak up for them!
Unknown Trauma Patient 🚨
An unidentified man involved in a hit-and-run accident at Nicon
Junction, Kubwa Express Road, Abuja, is currently receiving treatment at
the ICU, Trauma Centre, National Hospital Abuja.