15th-26 November of 2007, my dad was reborn..
Today, he would've been 53.
Sometimes I can still smell the apt. in Tulsa..
Sometimes , I can hear his voice
The cringe I felt walking into his final resting place..
The smell of death lingering on everything I touched..
I was the one to take care of his business and bring him home...
I was up for the challenge and I succeeded...Task completed..
I stated this once I came home..
I've done my daughterly duty...
I have lain the absent king to rest...
I can rest..
Maybe now I can grieve too.. It's been almost two years and I still look for the cards in the mail.. The emails.. The phone calls.. Subconsciously.. I was hoping he was around.. I had lost a family member every year up til 2007. The following Spring, a friend was murdered..That summer, my godmother who helped me out more than anyone will know, passed away..That fall, my cousins were murdered..The youngest being seven.. I was damn tired of death making calls close to home..
Death do not darken my door
I have seen thy face and I shan't anymore
Thy power is weak..
It comes cowardly..
Working through souls
Dastardly and most wickedly!
Do not darken my door..
I fear you no more.. ~CA
I know days are not promised
There is a time and a season for all creatures.
Love while you can..