Heaven has taken Dad

I’m old enough now to understand my Dad will never come back to me. Don’t twist my words; I have great memories of this happy young and tall man, playing with me, holding me on his chest, and telling me how much he loves me. Some say I look just like him, I can not say any better because all I can remember is his great smile.

The last great memory I have of him was him calling “my grandma: mom I’m dying I can’t take it anymore I’m dying, please tell Da (me) I love him, and this silence in the room moment after made me feel like something terrible has happened, but my grandma took me outside to tell me that my Dady went to heaven, and I said ok knowing that he will come back to me again like he always did. Dad has traveled before, and he came back. I was only five years old, so I waited and waited, sleeping on the bed he traveled to heaven from, hoping one day I will wake up and I will find him by my sides. One day, I asked my mom why Dad did not come back from heaven; instead of answering me, she started crying. I did not want to upset mom or make her cry again. I never ask her for my Dad again; however, I was still hoping he comes back.

Mom also went to heaven six years later and left me devastated and with a lot of fears. I knew by this very moment when someone goes to heaven; they might never come back. My auntie Vero, the sister of my Dad, has always loved me as a mother. I’m…