Today is my father's third year death anniversary. I took leave to attend the prayer that I had booked with the priest. At first my mother told me not to come here today because I need to go to work. However, I dreamed of him one morning. I realized that I had to come and see him. I don't want to miss a session of prayer to him.
Today, the priest asked us to choose a hymn. Johnny chose amazing grace. I thought it was a beautiful song and i could sing loud. However the moment I began singing the song, tears swelled up in my eyes. I could not control my voice also. I controlled my tears and I had to sing to myself instead.
All the words for the song was so meaningful to me. The priest told us that my father was physically not present but he is still alive. It is our faith that can assured us that one day we will meet again...
