My father passed away early yesterday morning. He was so peaceful, finally, after so many weeks of suffering.
I miss him so much. He is the light of my life, my idol, my hero. There is no one in this world as kind, thoughtful, generous, and loving as he is, and I can only dream of living up to that ideal some day.
He used to tell me I should paint a landscape for our home. I would say I'm not nearly that good at painting. Now I will try harder than ever to accomplish this feat just for him.
My father is a textbook of learning opportunities, one of which is how important it is to put your health first. Nothing else matters if you are not there. I will never see his smiling face again, I will never hear him say my name again, and that could have been different if he put himself first.
I say this not in regards to my father, however. He is an angel, everyone who knows him can agree. He lived such a fulfilling life, his presence alone was a blessing beyond compare. I want to be the kind of physician he is known for being, the most generous and loving doctor I or anyone he's met has ever known. His patients know that they have lost a most important person to them. Alhamdulillah they want to put a trust fund together in his name, they want to give back to his family. The whole community came to the masjid to pray for him, everyone adores him. Everyone has stories about him going out of his way for them, for their sick parents, for their loved ones without any cost to them. I don't understand how he made any money! He loved people so much. He loved everyone until he couldn't physically love anymore.
This is my daddy.
My daddy is perfect.
Please pray for him.