Being a great father is like shaving.
No matter how good you shaved today, you have to do it again tomorrow.
~Reed Markham
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I posted this as my twitter status yesterday.
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As expected, I was asked why the change from geishcharles to wickermoss? Answer: There wasn't any change at all. Fact is, I just went back to the old me. I was first christened as wickermoss way back in 2006. My apologies but the wickermoss monicker origin remains muted. Recently died 2 months ago. Read it here.
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It was the night that the moon was at its brightest & fullest when the breaking news came.
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212. Two months and 12 days since my dad died.
The lame part? It still feels like it's just yesterday.
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Every borrowed life has an ending.... |
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Like a poor mosquito on a bed of lotus leaf.
Wondering if, other people who have experienced losing a family member feels the way I do?
I told myself that my dad is now in the hands of our Almighty Creator ....but I still cannot deny the fact that I am just a destitute daughter, simply badly missing a father.
I felt that somehow that a big part of me is now 6-ft under the ground too. I woke up again feeling sore... reminded myself again that my father is gone. But there was that one corner in my heart that I have finally told myself... I am was ready to accept the painful truth. I still have my beautiful mom to be with and to take care of.
I initially started blogging while I was still in SG way back 2008. Then put that to a halt because my work had been way too demanding. When I was about to be back in circulation as geishcharles, that was the dreaded moment that you left us, tatay.
I swear I spent almost 4 hours editing tatay's photo. My mind felt numb; fingers undeniably froze.
I was praying I would reach this stage- one fine day .
That I would finally set you free. . .
to tell you, "Rest now & go to Jesus, tay."
I feel a tad light-hearted now.
I've seen better days. For that I declared,
RIP to geishcharles. Welcome back, wickeRmoss.
I will have to continue this some other time.
My eyes is starting to well up.
I am human, after all.
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