I touched your forehead “I love you Ubba, your going to be ok. I promise.” A promise broken and never forgotten, but could never have kept. I often wish my last words to you were different, but I still didn’t believe them to have been the last words I would have ever said to you. There would have been a number of things I would have said if I knew… “I’ll always love you” “I’m so proud that you were my Ubba” “Thank you for the best things you ever did for me” “Thank you for just being you” “Don’t be scared…we’ll be ok”.
As the week encroaches the year anniversary of the passing of worlds of our Ubba, things have been.... different.
I'm dedicating this blog post to a special man, my father.
Not a minute passes in a day that my Ubba has not entered my thoughts. I can still hear his voice, his accent, his words. The more I remember, his goodness and kindness shines brighter and the higher an angel he has become.