Last week, I've got a lot of messages and so many missed call.
Unfortunately, last Thursday I left my phone at home.
I dont know how exactly to describe what I felt when I finally red those messages.
Oh God, it happened!
The most thing that I don't want to expect.
Message from home, told that my father has passed away.
Shocked. Confused. Have no clue to do anything.
Cry me a river.
On the plane, just couldnt stop the teardrops.
Pray. Asking Jesus not to take my father back to Him.
Landed safely, chased the time.
Thank Jesus, there was left time for me.
To hear his breathing. To feel the warmth of his body. To kiss his brow and cheek, softly.
Telling him that I really love him, used time efectively and requested his mercy for me.
Thank him for being my very best father.
He struggled for 4 hours, against the death.
I whispered him, "Just follow Jesus, Dad. Follow Him wherever He may go, whether back to us or back to Him".
I've ready to let him go, being home.
He had gone at 8.08 pm, or 8.20 pm in medically time.
A father's struggle against his pain dedicated to his beloved wife and daughters.
Proving his love for us was the best proof he gave for us.
Thank you Daddy, for almost 25 years you have accompanied me.
For being my beloved guardian angel ever, in this mortal world.
See you soon in our immortal life :)
Thank you.
Love...your youngest daugther.
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