It has been exactly a week since I lose my father. I’ve been gone from social media and from my blog, my mind is all mess up.
For the past five years I took care of him and I want to think he left been happy. Every time I go upstairs and look at his room, I can still see him sitting in his bed.
I don’t want to be mad at God, but then again, I pray hard to God asking to save his life. I feel abandoned by God. People keep telling me it was his time; however, I wasn’t ready. The doctor checked on him two weeks ago and his legs and posture were getting stronger. The only issue he was complaining was a pain in his shoulder. I asked God why now my dad has to die.
My dad was excited when I get him a poinsettia for his room. He was excited to see his room decorated for the holidays.
On Friday I receive his urn. It’s hard looking at the urn in his room. I can’t stop crying when I look at it. His urn would be in his room until we can get him back to Puerto Rico, where he will be buried with my mom.
I want to thank for the nice comments and condolences. I need to take a short break. I’ve a bunch of paperwork from him I’ve to take care and I need the time to grieve.