For someone who always had both parents on their side everyday of her life, having my father go out of the country for a business trip for 10 days isn’t rainbows and butterflies. Let us not forget the fact that I am a self proclaimed father’s girl, so yeah.
Adding injury to the pain is the fact that the day my dad left for Nigeria was the same day that the catastrophe of MH17 was cascaded to everyone. Though the route won’t go near the borders of the troubled countries involved, my heart has skipped half a beat the entire time of his travel. He had to go to several countries, and I would monitor each flight - if only I had a drone to watch over his whereabouts, I would. Flightstat.com has become my best friend for I would check if his plane has already landed, or if he got safely to his hotel.
I think the reason why I am writing this right now is because I would like to broadcast how thankful I am to God for keeping my father safe. It might seem exaggerated for some, but coming home everyday and not seeing him at his usual spot in the living room makes it hard for me. So, Thank You, dear God.
Another thing that I would like to share is that I have realized how strong my mom was. The first night I swear I could see the sadness in her eyes, knowing that daddy isn’t there to share corny jokes with her. And I think no child wants to see her mom sad. But on the following day until today, Mommy made sure that she attends to every need that we have. She lightens up the mood, checks on us - she even wakes up early to fix breakfast for me (because usually she doesn’t do this hihi). She was her usual caring, attentive, OC self. And I thank God for not making her super sad.
I salute all those kids who had to live without a mom, or a dad because one might be working overseas. It is HARD. This experience makes me value my family more than anything else.
And again, Lord, thank you.