"Death can be a beautiful thing, if you let it...
Death is the one thing that connects us all.
It reminds us that what's important is
who we've touched and how much we've given.
It makes us realise that we have to be good to one another."
(Peter to Simone, Heroes)
As many of you may have heard by now, my dad's gone. He passed away a day after I wrote my last post, sharing his stroke and announcing an extended break and a trip to Manila. He died on the 13th of May, 9.20am, while I was still travelling from Australia - hoping to get the chance to hold him, to talk to him. To say goodbye.
But, I never got that chance.
When my youngest brother and sister picked me up from the airport that Tuesday night, they hesitated to break the news that we weren't going to the hospital. We were, in fact, on the way to the funeral parlour. Nothing could've prepared me for any of it - the coffin, his name listed as the deceased, and his lifeless body...
Daddy was buried on the 16th of May, on a rainy Friday afternoon. That day also brought so many other emotions. Most of which, I'm unable to write about in public right now. I still need to work through them.
Anyway, it has been a week today since the burial. And, I've been slowly trying to get back to 'normal life'. Whatever that means now. Having to get past the loss and the grief... to live.
You know, one horrible thing about life changing events like this is that the rest of the world seems to stay the same. It reminds you that it moves on... with or without you.
There are so many people that I wish to thank right now. My heart is overwhelmed as I read all your comments, emails, Tweets, and Facebook/Flickr/Skype messages. Some friends even went out of their way to do all sorts of wonderful things - from offering support at the wake to supporting my husband and kids who were left in Adelaide... from arranging a charitable donation in my father's name to rallying other folks to offer condolences and prayers.
While words may not seem enough during difficult times like these, I can tell you that I really, really appreciate all the words, thoughts and prayers that you've shared. They've given me a lot of comfort.
And now, I feel that words are not enough to say how grateful I am for you. But, these words are all I have right now. And, I hope that I'm able to express just how thankful I am for all of you.
P.S. - I wanted to share something I wrote about my dad's passing. I read part of it during the service. But, I feel that now is not the right time.
Flowers at the Wake Photo by: Sasha Manuel, taken w/my D40x