My Mainbobo
"Mainbobo" is how my father's phone numbers are stored in my phone. Now he's gone.
This morning at 4:35am, he moved on. He leaves behind a grieving family - both immediate and extended; and people whose lives he touched one way or another.
My father has left us a legacy that, if we tried, we could never live up to. He taught us fairness - he believed firmly in being just; he made us self-sufficient and independent - to him, dependency was a disease that was terminal; he encouraged learning in every form - to him, knowledge was power and absolute.
Today, August 5, 2010, my Mainbobo has gone to his rest in the hope of rising again on that last day. I know that though he was not perfect, he tried to do right by people. The good he did for others continues to come back to us a million-fold, in many different ways.
It's just been hours and I miss him already. I cannot weep because I am yet to fully comprehend the extent of this loss. Who will I call in the mornings to tease about his leg? With whom will I discuss the book I have just read? How will I not automatically dial his number when I have a question about my hometown?
My Mum is devastated, my siblings as confused as I as to how our lives can change in such a short period.
My Mainbobo, I am glad you have found peace. We hold you always in our hearts.
This morning at 4:35am, he moved on. He leaves behind a grieving family - both immediate and extended; and people whose lives he touched one way or another.
My father has left us a legacy that, if we tried, we could never live up to. He taught us fairness - he believed firmly in being just; he made us self-sufficient and independent - to him, dependency was a disease that was terminal; he encouraged learning in every form - to him, knowledge was power and absolute.
Today, August 5, 2010, my Mainbobo has gone to his rest in the hope of rising again on that last day. I know that though he was not perfect, he tried to do right by people. The good he did for others continues to come back to us a million-fold, in many different ways.
It's just been hours and I miss him already. I cannot weep because I am yet to fully comprehend the extent of this loss. Who will I call in the mornings to tease about his leg? With whom will I discuss the book I have just read? How will I not automatically dial his number when I have a question about my hometown?
My Mum is devastated, my siblings as confused as I as to how our lives can change in such a short period.
My Mainbobo, I am glad you have found peace. We hold you always in our hearts.
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