Dear Dad; we miss you!!!

 

I still remember that day, albeit not too clearly, but the hazy memories remain. The house was filled with visitors on that day, family and friends, some 18 or so years (many tears) ago and my sisters (Angie and Millie) and I were still in the dark as to why people kept coming to our house that week. The day of the week is not very fresh in my mind neither is the weather or the exact people who were there, but the feeling still finds its way into my heart every so often. I was only 6 years old and in class one, my elder sis was in class 3 and the eldest was in class 7 and probably had an idea of what was really going on. You see, my dad, Dr. Munoru had been sick for a while and all I knew was that he was having problems with his stomach. At that young age I probably figured that he would bounce right back, but I cannot really remember that. What I do remember is on that day my beautiful mother (Lucy) called her daughters away from the guests and asked that we join her in her room. I vaguely recall the door being shut and my mum telling us that my father had passed away. Although I could not fathom what she had said to us, I will never forget the moment my sisters began to cry and I started to cry as well not fully comprehending the heaviness of the issue. It was an extremely sad day in the Munoru family.

But I do remember the days when he used to beat us with a belt when we were being very naughty. He was a bit harsh but I am sure my sisters have a more vivid memory of this because well, they were older…and naughtier. He always did demand the best from us and so did my lovely mother and that is how we grew up to be intelligent angles we are, #vanity. I also remember that we had this tradition we practiced during our birthdays. Although I did not share many with him, I recall that we would buy cake and snacks and drive to Uhuru Gardens. It was not too far from our home and there we celebrated the birthday as a family. It was never anything big but it was very very special. He will forever be remembered and forever be missed! R.I.P; May his soul rest in eternal.

What I remember most (and always will) , is that my mother is the strongest woman I know; a true warrior. She single-handedly raised and amazing bunch of girls that are very special; my sisters are more special than I am, I think!!!!! (Wipes tears!!) She is appreciated more than she knows and I pray that God’s favor will forever be upon her because HE is the father we had, and always will have.

At that time we were just three angels, but now we are four, Ciku is the fourth born and a real chatter box, and we love her for that ;-). We did not share the same father, as she only joined the family some ten years back and unfortunately, he became sick and she also lost her dad in 2006; Christmas day(R.I.P May his soul rest in eternal peace).

  

The fact that my mother is a strong woman cannot be understated. 

And here we are; a strong family with the support of an amazing extended family who have always carried us and taken good care of us. We are a special family and we promise to share our ‘specialness’ to everyone everyday.

Love you fam!!!

*I shall stop here*

*I shall stop here*