The 5th of January
Another year has passed since my dad's passing. It has been nine years now, but my memories of him are still as vivid as if it were yesterday. We visited his grave to honor him by offering flowers, lighting candles, and saying a heartfelt prayer.
My dad was far from perfect. Like everyone else, he made mistakes. There were many times when we didn't see eye to eye. However, it's true what they say: you truly understand a person's worth once they're no longer with you.
It didn't matter that he often criticized me; what mattered was that he wanted me to strive for excellence. It didn't matter that he scolded me when I neglected to eat my vegetables; what mattered was that he wanted me to prioritize my health. It didn't matter that he didn't give me the money I asked for when I wanted to buy something; what mattered was that he wanted me to learn the value of saving and being self-reliant. It didn't matter that I didn't always get my way when he was around; what mattered was that he always had my best interests at heart. In essence, everything he did for me, everything I may have resented about him when he was alive, was ultimately for my own well-being. I only truly realized this after he was gone.
He may not have been a flawless man, but he was the perfect father for me and my sisters.
Thank you, Dad. We will never forget you.
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