Sorry guys, for being absent for so long. I have been thinking about how to tell you about what I have been going through but the more I think about how to do it, the more I stay away from my blog. My blog has always been therapeutic for me but not even my blog seemed to be the right place to express how I have been feeling lately.
I thought of making a video as I’ve always done but it just didn’t feel like I could be ‘that’ person while I talk about how I’m feeling.
My dad passed…
I don’t know the number of you who’ve ever read anything about him in my previous posts. You may want to check them out in my related posts.
If I have to describe my dad in just a sentence, I’d describe him as “the father who was always there”. He was always there when I needed him. For many of you who have been following my #nostalgia posts, I have always spoken about my tough times in High School. It was hard for me but it was way tougher on my dad because he had to travel out of Accra to visit me even at odd times. It was really surprising for my friends that he traveled to my school that often but for my father, “My son needs me” was all he knew.
The hardest part about losing my father is being reminded that he is really gone…talking about him like he is really gone…people consoling me like he is really gone…it is too crazy to believe that dialing a number I’ve always dialed when I needed my father will not be answered by him anymore. It is unbelievable, right?
His digits were the first I learnt as a child because I knew if something happened to me, my dad was that super hero that’d save me. It is so unbelievable that my dad will not pick his phone even when I call it…
I choose not to talk much of him…not as if he is gone.
How am I doing?
I fell ill the whole of last week but now I am fine. I have started getting busy again. It kinda helps you know…getting busy. So yeah, I will be blogging and vlogging more. Will be working more….and I will live my life loving…loving God…loving you. Cos in the end, that’s all that matters. Love and living. I’d rather try and fail than not try at all. Life is short and we have to make the best of it. The best of life is when you don’t postpone what you love, when you touch lives in every little way you can, when you love with all your heart and still save the best part for God. That’s how I am doing. So my next post will be fun, I promise. No sad things,baby. Bye!