One night when I was four years old, my dad and I went for a walk to the local market. It was just the two of us. I rode on his shoulders. We looked up at the night sky together and had a conversation about the stars and the universe.
Though I don’t remember the specifics of what was said, I do remember the sense of connection and bonding that occurred over the course of our walk. He later told me that was when he first saw me becoming my own little person.
It was a special walk for both of us and we ended it with a little phrase that I do remember and that we would continue to say to each other for years to come. Just a few sweet words that would always remind us of that night. The phrase was, in essence, a message of love.
Messages of love were never in short supply with my dad. My mom and my sisters and I never had to question this man’s boundless love for us.
I love you dad. I miss you.