Hananel Alagoa
Wounds actually heal with time as we all know, but the wound that comes with the loss of a dear one doesn’t actually heal but stays with us through every step and we only learn to nurture it each time it resurfaces as this is where we tend to show the capacity of our strength. Daddy your loss only added pain to the pains I live with ever since my mom passed. The day I heard you had joined the cloud of witnesses I didn’t know how to accept this. Why? Because I was afraid of the pain I will have to deal with. I sulked almost all night and all ì heard in my head was your voice through the song
“Oh Beulah land, sweet Beulah land” and I sang it and cried myself to sleep. Up until this point I still can’t find the right words that explains how I feel and that’s why I still feel some form of resentment. This is hard for me but I have come to the reality that this is really it. Thank You daddy. Thank you for EVERYTHING. Thank you for the foundation, morals, words and principles that has brought me to where I am now. Thank you for standing by me when my mum was there and when she left. For All the support you gave me that I wanted to show you in return wasn’t supposed to be this way but I can’t question. In the early years of my moms loss you never ever made me feel her absence so much as you were there. I guess this is it and the only way I can show you appreciation now is to always live for Jesus as always. I will do my best to continue to represent you through the Christian race.
This is where I have to accept and say
“REST IN POWER”
From: Hananel Alagoa,(The Canadian)As you always called me.