8 January is the saddest day in my life and probably the saddest in the family. We lost our dad. It was the most dreading phone call I received from my sister, afternoon of that Friday. I have been with heavy heart from that day until present. I have the faith that my dad is already in heaven. He lived a decent, humble and caring life, looking after people he loved and making sure he didn't step on other people's toes. Leaving lessons for us to follow in every simple things he did in his lifetime. I am sure daddy is in Heaven.
Heaven. I was reading Didache, an inspirational daily reading with reference to the Bible reading of the day, and the author wrote: "...this prompts me to focus on the end-goal of everything I do: Heaven." I was at the Chapel that day and I couldn't control my tears. I am never going to see my father anymore. I am never going to talk to him, EVER ... until I finally die myself. But my death isn't assurance enough that I will be seeing him and be able to laugh with him again. Because he is in Heaven with the Father. And I am not sure if I would also go that way. It is a tough goal, it isn't easy to be good specially these days that power and money rules the world. Life seems like a race, you have to follow the trend, go with the flow for you to survive. But that is me... my dad wasn't like that. He lived simply. Thanking everything, appreciating simple and big blessings that came our life. Can I be like that? It is a heavy decision, a real big challenge. When I die I want to follow where my dad is. I want to make sure I see him, chat and laugh with him again. God has His ways on leading the way to the end-goal of everything. I will call unto Him to remind me always and guide me to Him. Even if it would mean leaving everything. Please help me, God.
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