This morning started off, with my mum reminiscing about "the old times".. It was really really heart warming to start off a day like that.. Until I think we both got a tad bit emotional..
We started talkin about what I want to do with life, after I finish off my A-Levels. Yes, I know it's a year away still.. But I do have to kinda make decisions by the end of the year.. You know, have some sort of idea.. Well I told my mum I was going to go uni, outside London.. But obviously still in the UK.. And from that we drifted into talkin bout my dad..
She started telling me how, just the day before he passed on.. How all his dreams were finally coming true..and how he was so happy that everything was working out for all of us, so well.. I mean, My sister was getting married a few months later, his business was progressing really well, and most of all, he was finally doing something he wanted to.. And he was his own boss. He had even planned, later on that year, as it was going to be his and my mums 25th wedding anniversary.. To take my mum to Austrailia or New Zealand.. He had even brought home, brouchers for her to look at..
From that, mum started telling me about how my dad had struggled so much to get to where he was towards the end of his life.. He started one of his jobs, at this leather shoe shop.. Where rich people used to go and put their feet out, as he would make them try on shoes.. Yeah. And during those days, he earned 2 pounds PER DAY!! I mean, wow.. Then he went off to doing all these other evening jobs, that paid just as much or less.. He then started - after he was married to mum - to drive a mini cab.. As he had lost his other job.. So his life went on like that, here.. Until he felt he had to move on..and went to Bahrain.. And I think we all stayed there for 3 or so months.. After which we moved to Dubai.. And well.. After that, he was always losing his job, or being transferred.. Or being conned. After a life of complete and utter struggle.. He finally started his own company. Mariq HR Consultants.. I remember how long Shafina worked on his logo's.. They used to always have little arguments.. always. It was funny.. And finally he settled on one.. And there began his dream.
It's so strange how you find out the most about someone, after they pass on.. I found out so many new things about him after he left.. And each and every one of those things made me admire him more than I already did.. He played every part of his life with absolute passion. Till date, There is not a single fault I've ever found in him. And I'm not only saying this cause he was my father.. But because of the human being he was. He was so inteligent, and so sophisticated.. He had class. He could've dressed like a cow-boy and still have pulled it off.. He was.. My dad. Sigh.
Sometimes, when things get tough.. and life chucks odd moments at me.. All I feel like doing is running into his arms. I wonder how life would be with him here with us.. I wonder how he'd react to see me turning 18..with long hair =O.. Finally a girl, and not a tom-boy.. Mum says, he wouldn't of been able to handle it.. Cause to him, I was, and will always be.. his "boom-boom".. =*)
With that, I'm going to go now..
This is for you to dad.. I love you so much =)
- Your Boom-Boom.
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