Precisely 6 weeks ago, on Thursday 2st November 2013, I endured a very confused, tough moment that threw me emotionally. Dad had passed away that night in Sydney. I of course am residing in Dubai at the time, am heavily pregnant and unable to travel back for the funeral. I know that immediately when Marlen calls at 5:30PM to tell me the news.
Our beloved dad was now resting in paradise. Just having finished work for the day I sob heavily while riding the metro home, and limp up to our apartment. My body is beginning to break from the paralyzing effects of piercing sciatica, and near hunched over from attempting to alleviate the pain of two displaced ribs in my right rib cage. Still, the show must go on and the show we have, in Dubai, all been waiting for, is our friends’ wedding.
Rio and Adam are the very weekend dad passes away, to be united as one in matrimony, and the honour of fulfilling my duties as bridesmaid I conclude with pride. How? This tight circle of friends I call my own are supportive and kind, and provide me with the very best diversions from my pain and grief. A wedding, and dress ups the lot of us are all smile and laughter, in genuine glee…dad would have loved it.