Grief is an unusual thing...it crashes over me in waves and leaves me physically and emotionally exhausted over and over and over again. I have never really lost someone who I have been extremely close to before so losing this handsome man unexpectedly this week has been hard.
My Dad immigrated to Canada from South America as a young man and though he grew up in a poor family he never let anything stop him. He was brilliant and determined and taught my brother and I that we were fortunate to live in a country where we had the opprtunity to do anything we dreamed of if we worked at it. He taught me the importance of independence, showing me how to maintain my vehicle and complete my tax returns. He calmly and quietly reminded me of the good in people when I stopped seeing it. He helped me to be strong and to believe in myself, even when it felt as though no one else did. He gave me his wiry blonde hair, his square chin, the 'ball' at the end of my nose and his quirky sense of humour.
The world has lost some of its colour in his loss. You will be missed...I love you Dad. xo
6/26/2018 11:21:42 pm
Hi Veronica - so sorry to hear of your Dad’s passing - it is never easy! Hugs....and condolences.
6/27/2018 01:00:20 pm
Thank you so much Kathy.
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