Today is a bad day for me (See Why)

Today is supposed to be a very bad day for me but time has taken the sorrows away. It was a mid night like this in 2001 that I received the call from Nigeria that my father, Michael has just died. That was on this day 13 years ago.

I never knew what death was until I saw one. I cried like mad. I spoke to him just yesterday and he told me that all was fine. I did not know that he was calling to say good bye. 

As I typed this message, I cast my eyes across the living room over to where his picture lay motionless, only smiling, as if it were smiling at me.

Daddy, even though it was 13 year ago, it just seem like yesterday. Although I don"t cry anymore,but my eyes are misty. Although you did not travel to America in life, your picture did in death! It will live with me until I die. It is a promise. Papa, rest in perfect peace.

N:B: I will scan the picture