My Dad, Sunray,
passed away died exactly one year ago today, suddenly at 14:00 GMT, while walking back from his local shop.
How time flies.
How was my grieving process? Actually, IMHO, there wasn’t really one. I was very matter-of-fact the moment I found out via a Facebook Messenger message from my younger brother. I was in the office, collating an Excel spreadsheet. I told my colleague, “My Dad has just died,” in the same way and tone that we would tell a colleague, “Our boss popped in, looking for you.” I then carried on with my spreadsheet to meet a deadline for our rather unfriendly product owner.
I did pause to send out a Whatsapp round-robin message to Schatz and to church friends to ask for their prayers for Sunray’s soul. Replies came in from single “prayer” emojis to long, warm messages from members of my house group. I wasn’t in shock, but I think I was stunned.
I did not cry until I got home. By then the posts and kinds words and funny stories about him flooded in on his regimental old comrades Facebook page. Tears of grief ran out of my left eye, and of laughter from the right eye. It’s what Sunray would have wanted.
That was then. This is now.
I still feel relieved. I still do not regret deciding to stay away from his funeral. In any case I was still not well enough to travel at that time. Even walking to my local shops and back was a major physical exertion. I am glad that I visited his grave two months later, said a prayer or two over his grave and placed three daffodils on the broken earth, marking his relatively fresh grave.
I have prayed daily that his is indeed resting in peace and that God will let his infinite mercy shine on Sunray’s face. Since he died one year ago, several more of his regimental brothers have died. I pray that they will join him in the Senior Squadron bar to exchange “Do you remember when…?” stories.
Have a poignant day, won’t you!