A little less than a month from now, and it will be a year since you breathed your last. The months immediately after your demise that had dragged drearily, picked up pace by the end of the year. It has taken time to make peace with life, for the sudden manner in which he took you away from us. But I finally feel comfortable in acceptance of life's harsh ways, it would never have been easy. That is the law of life, the law of death. Pain and sorrow remind us we're alive.
One of the regrets that I will live with for the rest of my life, is not having been able to see you one last time. I was late, forgive me. The only grace I was offered was being able to pay my respects to your still body before the cremation. It rained incessantly for days afterwards, everywhere we went,........you would never shed a tear in front of us when alive.
Today, as I break old bonds and assert myself in this chaotic world, your principles guide me through. All the times that I thought you were being too difficult on me, all the lessons you taught me the hard way, come to my assistance today. I am a better man today, because of you. This is my tribute, Thank you.
A proud son
