Today I received a text message from my aunt regarding my late father who had passed away when I was around 3 years old. She received a cheque from an insurance company regarding my father's life and education policy for me. Suddenly a huge amount of money was delivered to me unexpectedly. It all came as a surprised and we never expected something like this to happen.
It has been 23 years since my father passed away and getting news like this only brings me back sadness. Emotionally writing this post, I was only 3 years old at that time and as a baby, I couldn't remember any memories of him. I do not know what he looks like, I do not know what is my first word to him. Was it dad, was it daddy, was it dada?
I could only imagine what he is like through what people talk about him and through pictures of him. I am thankful what he cares for me when he was still alive. That he thought about my education and life. But right now all I could think of is all the IFs questions. If only he is still alive. If only had raised me up. If only he had thought me on how to read, how to write, how to swim, how to drive a car. So many questions to ask him.
I miss you dad.