Here is an essay that I found that wrote a little more than 2 weeks after my late father(my Allah have mercy on him) passed away 5 years ago.
My Father
My Father was a fantastic man. Never in my life did I think
that having to write this essay would be so painful, but well it is. It has
been exactly 17 days since he passed away, 17 days since I helped to lower his
body into the ground. 17 days since I prayed his funeral prayer. In these 17
days my life has not changed all that much however my goals have modified a bit
and a sense of urgency has entered into them. I have only one parent left and I
together with my siblings would like to see that God Willing our dreams, our
aspirations are fulfilled as much as possible in front of the 2 eyes of my
mother.
People say that life is short but realization doesn’t hit us
until we see a death/experience the death of someone close to us. Since the 11th
of April ,2008 my life has taken on a
new purpose and I have begun to realize that procrastination is a deadly
virus. Had my father procrastinated praying his Zuhr prayer on that da, he
would not have passed away in a state of ablution having just prayed.
When he (may Allah have mercy on his soul) smiled , he did
not smile from ear to ear but his sudden smile at a joke or a happy time used
to bring a smile to those around him. He never hit his children , he rather
believed in the soft discipline that was best exemplified to children by our
beloved prophet (saw).
