Calabrisella Mia

This year is nine.

Nine years since I last looked into your eyes.

Nine years since I felt your warm embrace.

Nine years since you left us, even though you weren’t ready and didn’t want to.

You fought like a warrior but destiny had other plans for you and, just like that, we were left with an emptiness, a void, a gaping hole that still resonates as strongly as it did that fateful, tragic day.

They say time heals all wounds, but it’s impossible to fully heal and move forward without such an important part of our lives firmly planted by our sides. Sure, we move forward, because we have to, but we are never quite the same.

My saving grace, the one thing that keeps me from completely giving up is the strong belief I have that my father is up there watching over me, guiding me.  He’s cheering with me in my moments of triumph and consoling me in my moments of defeat.  I take solace in that, even though nothing could ever be the same as having him here with me.

As my father would often say, ‘these are the cards I was given’, and so I have to play my hand as best I can and hope that that’s enough.  As I continue to make my way through my own game of life, I’ll do my best….

To keep my father’s legacy alive by sharing his memory whenever I can.

To smile every time I see a butterfly cross my path reminding me that I’m never alone.

To live a full life, one that would make my father proud.

To be strong, no matter how hard it is.

Daddy, there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you.  You may be gone from my sight, but you are never gone from my heart!

Mi manchi…ma proprio tanto! TVB!