When my Dada died ...

I mean I know people die. I know that death is inevitable. I have attended funerals and seen corpses before but never did I imagine it would feel like this when I first heard my Dada had passed on.

He was not sick or anything. His death was a freak accident and he was gone without a good bye. I lost my Dada. When I was first told the news, I was in a state of shock and numbed. 

 Could it be possible that my Dada is actually dead?

I said no, I wanted to go and see him at the mortuary but I was advised against it. Kojo said "Trust me Emelia, you don't want to see your dad that way, keep and cherish the memories you have".

So I did not go till the Friday when he was brought in. When I saw my dad, I was shocked, my first thought was "this cannot be my Dada" but indeed it was him. He had changed a lot but it was him.

I always have heard that losing a loved one, someone really close to you and who you cared for deeply is terrible.  Trust me, that is an understatement. That feeling of bereftness and loss cannot be described.

That evening when I saw the mortal remains of my Dada, I realized the finality of death, what it means like to actually die and be dead. How fleeting life really is and how we must do all we can with every second of our lives.

I have been thinking since my dad was buried, that he is in the ground. I mean, in the ground and we all will follow someday.

I always imagined and relished the thought of my Dada walking me down the aisle, but God knows better. Anyone who knows me and my relationship with my Dada can only imagine what it is like to lose someone like him.

When I was sick,  he would sleep at the foot of my bed so when I wake up, I can step on him to wake him up. That is the kind of Dada I am talking about.

Fare thee well Dada,  no one can ever replace the void you have left in me. You would forever be in my heart. I miss you every day.

Till we meet again ...