Dad went home to be with the Lord last Friday morning (17 June 2016), after a final sip of water given to him by sis.
At the time of dad's passing, I was still asleep in Sri Lanka. The night before, having attended my Uni mate's wedding ceremony. I wish to recount my last conversation with dad in this post.
I remember rather vividly that the night prior to my maiden Sri Lankan trip, I was suddenly gripped with unknown fears. To deal with those fears, I went to papa's room and confided in him. Papa was very alert and recounted that he left home at the tender age of eleven to work. He encouraged me that there isn't anything really scary in this big world out there. In essence, his last words to me was, "Be brave."
That particular conversation calmed my nerves and I could carry on packing for my trip. It turned out that it was my final face to face conversation with dad.
Dad, I will be brave. You have given me the courage to carry on your legacy of faith, hope and love in this life.
