I lost my father, whom I loved deeply just two months before my daughter’s wedding. I was devastated, but the boy’s parents didn’t wat us to postpone the wedding. Everything was arranged, the hall was booked, the caterers were paid in advance, the transport had already been paid too, the tickets were booked, invitations were printed, and so I agreed.
There was so much to do, but there were many to share the responsibilities, and I pushed myself forward with a heavy heart. In times like this, all our dear ones, friends and relatives will come forward to hold our hand. That’s one of the reasons I believe we should build our support system. When we feel stuck and alone, and don’t know what to do, at least we don’t have to go through it alone. We all need someone we can count on. I love large families. With brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, cousins, friends and many nieces and nephews there was a huge team of supporters.
Then slowly I realized when we love and lose someone we have to remember the good memories that makes us smile. Also being involved in the event made me heal faster.
I knew my father would have been happy to see me, because this is what my father had taught me from childhood, to be resilient and strong, and to say thank you when the going gets tough. The hardships, the difficulties, trials and tribulations of life make us stronger and make us self -reliant. To react to adversity, with bitterness and anger does not help anyone.
When we face sufferings in the right spirit, even if one tragedy follows the other, we will always live with a hope…that we would see light despite all the darkness.