Woke up this morning once again feeling that empty space in my heart.
Actually I feel that empty space daily, but it’s a lil extra on November 27th. And even though it has been 15-years, that pain / empty feeling has never faded.
You see it was on this day that I saw my dad alive for the last time. I woke up like I did every other morning that day getting ready for work and like previous mornings my regular routine was walking past my dad to get to the bathroom. We were never morning people so a grumble of ‘good morning’ was always sufficient, and I continued getting ready and headed out to work; and that was the last time I saw or spoke to him.
Over the years I have always thought about that moment, but never with regret. Some may wish they had a moment like that back so they could say “I love you” one last time, and I can’t lie I have thought about that as well. But at the same time, I know my dad already knew how we all felt about him.
He always said how proud he was of me and my sister and what we have become; and that’s really all I need, there was nothing left unsaid.
So while this day may bring a lil sadness, it’s ok. Everyday I see or experience things that remind me of him and what I strive to be as a man.
#RIP Michael L Kanhai
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