...The Man Died

25 years ago, I lost my dad to the cold hands of death...the truth is I barely remember him and his image is pretty blurry in my mind's eyes...

I remember him poking my tummy and asking me what meal was there and I remember lying down on him and loving it when his voice vibrated through his chest...
I was told I was naughty from an early age and I got the whooping from him occasionally...call it selective memory but I can't remember that...

25years on, we remember him and I can't honestly say I miss him...can I be blamed?I was barely 6 when he died so who can blame me...
My sis said I missed out 'cos I wasn't born earlier but I choose to think he missed out 'cos he left too soon...but hey...we don't choose when we exit do we?...can't blame him for leaving so soon

I really hope he is in heaven...hell will be a nasty place to have been for the past 25yrs...life goes on...R.I.P Dada!