Tears in Heaven
Two years ago tomorrow, on 17th June, my father’s spirit left his body. In the big scheme of things, two years seems like a very short time. At midnight on the eve of my brother’s birthday, my aunt called to let me know dad had been taken to hospital. Dad being dad, he was kind enough to my brother to wait until the following day, Father’s Day, to finally close his eyes forever. When I arrived at his hospital bed, I whispered in his ear sweet words of a daughter’s love. During the following thirty minutes after he took his last breath, I kept encouraging his spirit to “find the light” and “go and run up those stairs to enjoy your time in Heaven.” He had earned it. He had done the very best any father could have done for his children. He even saved us from the authorities when they were threatening to take us away and have us put in a children’s home. I said “Your love has protected us, you...