Love Is Unconditional Even After Death
I was notified on 15 April 2013 from my sister who received a knock on the door from police that my father had passed away in the UK. All of his family live in Australia. Whilst overseas my father was working and unfortunately his health started to deteriorate but he was functional. I am shattered but I am grateful that my last conversation with him was on April 4 2013. I love him so much and miss him. I haven't been able to stop crying. I am trying not to blame myself for not getting over there sooner. He wouldn't want me to. His death was unexpected and was sudden. I have confronted going through our conversations on Facebook. Our last conversation related to bitterness and anger which my father was consumed with in his own family. It brings me some relief that some of his last written words were that he wished for my brother, sister and myself to not go down the path he did. My conversations with my father were meaningful and never trivial. Two years ago, when his father died, I asked my dad to write a eulogy and that even though he could not be here for the funeral, I would read what he would want to say, record it and upload it to Youtube so he didn't feel alone. I did this. It is incredibly painful to know that soon I will be doing the same. My father taught me to never give in when life kicks you down and I had the privilege of watching him getting up so many times and trying again. I will never give up but this is the hardest thing i'm ever going to have to deal with in my life.