I was not on his side when our creator called him to come home, and when he answered that call. I was miles away to even feel his last warm touch, and to reassure him with even a single grip – we were only connected by the telephone line that made me return one of my valued treasures ~ my father ~ to God.
I hope words are enough.
I was able to talk with “Papang” before he went into coma. I asked him if he wanted me to come home right away. He said no, because he is Okay. But I already have the feeling that he is not. Hours later, my sister called to inform me that he went into coma. I spoke my last words over the phone hoping he could still hear me.
“Accept God’s will. I don’t want you to suffer no more. We will be okay. Answer God’s call now and come home to his waiting arms.”
I heard only silence for a response as I whispered prayers for God to welcome his arrival.
I returned “Papang” to God, I returned one of my precious treasures to our creator.
Two hours later he draw his last breath and left his mortal body to come home to the true source of life.
I know he is home.
I am set to fly home today to set my father off.
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I wish you all well.
For Writers Island: “Treasure”
Note: I may not be able to post this on tuesday to the writers island link because I would be irregularly visiting my nook by then. But I’m just around.