My Cherished Father

In recent nights, I have found myself devoid of the energy or inclination to edit or write. On Friday evening, around 7:30 pm, I held my cherished father as he slipped away. My heart is heavy with sorrow. Though my father had been afflicted with a terminal illness, an aggressive lung cancer, his departure came unexpectedly after a day marked by discomfort and agitation. He experienced pain shortly before his passing, but, mercifully, his suffering has ceased.

We lived together and shared every aspect of our lives. I cared for him and nursed him as his health deteriorated, and he was both my confidant and dearest friend. Now, I am adrift, uncertain of the path my life will follow without him. Death is undeniably cruel, yet my faith reassures me that my father is at peace, welcomed into the loving embrace of those he had lost in his lifetime. I am certain he now rests in Heaven, enveloped by the grace of Our Loving Saviour. To describe my father in a few words: he was a man of profound decency.

“The loss of a father is an immense sorrow that is only softened by the legacy of his love and teachings.” — C.S. Lewis