When
a father dies, a vacuum is created
When
a father transits, a void is generated
A
sharp pain hits, worse than the bite of the great white
When
a father dies, a cover is blown
An
irreparable loss, the end of an era
A
closed chapter in the book of life
Never
to be reopened, never to be read again
Opin irin ajo (the end of a journey)
Worse
than a sucker punch, leaves you breathless
You
reel back and forth like one struck by Cassius Clay
An
eerie feeling, goose bumps and chills
Deep
breathing and speechlessness
To
cry or not to cry, you sit and stare into space
Memories
rush by; you tear up as you smile
A
silent scream then a tsunami of tears
The
spirit is broken, the body succumbs
Exhausted.
Worn. Beaten. Broken.
But
still you rise, in defiance to gloom
You
smile and attempt to laugh but it hurts
But
still you move, albeit in pain and agony
The
final moment beckons, the rites begin
Nearer
my Lord to thee, Nearer to thee
Must
I go and empty handed, thus my dear Redeemer meet
A’o
pade lese Jesu, ni bi ti a ko ni y’ara wa….
The
casket is lowered, amidst growing sobs
Dust
to dust, ashes to ashes intones the preacher man
Tears
all around, even the heavens wept
As
the earth took its meal, swallowing the remains
Transfixed,
bemused, expectant, hopeful
But
alas! No miracle. He won’t rise, at least not now
The
super dad is gone, the fatherly love with him
Never
to walk the earth again, never to return
There
yet remains hope, a glorious and eternal one
When
the living saints shall on holy wings fly
And
the righteous dead shall arise, set free from the grave
In
the clouds to meet, a great reunion to begin….
Boanerges…Son
of Thunder
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