Today marks the third anniversary of my dad's sudden and unexpected passing. He was only 65 years old.
I still cherish a voicemail he left me, saved on my phone. Over the years, I have listened to it several times since his departure. Each time I hear his voice, I am overcome with a peculiar sensation that he is within reach, so accessible. But the truth is, my dad is no longer here in physical form. Yet, there are moments, especially during long drives on endless roads, or when I witness the mesmerizing beauty and movement of the clouds, where I feel his presence.
Occasionally, I find myself yearning for my dad's guidance, wishing he were here so I could seek his advice. And in those moments, almost as if I can hear his response, I'm comforted by the words, "I've taught you everything you need to know." These words resonate deeply within me, bringing a profound sense of peace to my heart. And he is right, undeniably so. My dad did indeed impart invaluable lessons. He taught me the art of stillness, the appreciation of silence, and the skill of asking meaningful questions. Above all, he instilled in me a trust in God, teaching me that His will always serves our greatest good, even when it may not be immediately evident.
When we first arrived in Canada from Brazil, my dad worked as a janitor in the Calgary municipal building. It must have been incredibly challenging for him, armed with a master's degree in economics, to find a job that could support his young family. Reflecting on his journey, I can only imagine the depth of his emotions. My very existence is a testament to his enduring legacy. Thank you, Dad. Each day, I strive to honor your sacrifices by doing my best and living with integrity. May your soul find eternal peace.
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