Dear Editor,
“You are not my father,” the words I spoke in anger the first time we had an argument. As I reflect, I remember everything that has taken place over the years. It was not long ago that you were full of strength and vigour for a man your age. Now I see you on this hospital bed, your swollen feet, deteriorated figure and sunken face a harsh reminder you will not always be around.
My thoughts are all over the place. What will I say to mom when she doesn’t have you to talk to anymore? Will I be able to ease her pain? God knows I can’t when my heart is bleeding and crying out, asking why. What will I say to my son when he asks me where is grandpa?
You have been a true father to me when my own was not there. You helped me through some rough times and scolded me in love. Though I was not your child by blood at no point was it evident. Do you remember those nights when you use to come home late and I pretended to be asleep? I would hear you say, “Foody, come man, mi lef fi yuh own.”
I try to be strong as you tell me thanks for visiting and how you’re in pain. Tears filled my eyes as we prayed, but I don’t let it show. A kiss on your cheek is all I can do as I say goodbye. Just so you know, I love you.
Old man, please fight, nothing will be the same if you go. I know people say life goes on, but the truth is memories fade.
To everyone who has not told your father you love him, make sure you do it today. He will not always be here.
Kenroy Edwards
kenroy.edwards1@gmail.com
“You are not my father,” the words I spoke in anger the first time we had an argument. As I reflect, I remember everything that has taken place over the years. It was not long ago that you were full of strength and vigour for a man your age. Now I see you on this hospital bed, your swollen feet, deteriorated figure and sunken face a harsh reminder you will not always be around.
My thoughts are all over the place. What will I say to mom when she doesn’t have you to talk to anymore? Will I be able to ease her pain? God knows I can’t when my heart is bleeding and crying out, asking why. What will I say to my son when he asks me where is grandpa?
You have been a true father to me when my own was not there. You helped me through some rough times and scolded me in love. Though I was not your child by blood at no point was it evident. Do you remember those nights when you use to come home late and I pretended to be asleep? I would hear you say, “Foody, come man, mi lef fi yuh own.”
I try to be strong as you tell me thanks for visiting and how you’re in pain. Tears filled my eyes as we prayed, but I don’t let it show. A kiss on your cheek is all I can do as I say goodbye. Just so you know, I love you.
Old man, please fight, nothing will be the same if you go. I know people say life goes on, but the truth is memories fade.
To everyone who has not told your father you love him, make sure you do it today. He will not always be here.
Kenroy Edwards
kenroy.edwards1@gmail.com