It’s the people you love the most that are sometimes taken too soon. Without warning. My dad died suddenly. 9 years ago. He was 62.
It made me realise so much. Not only how short life is, and how important it is to do more of what you love and treat those dear to you a little dearer, because tomorrow is never promised. It also made me reflect on my own mortality, get outdoors more, and do more of what I love. With who I love.
I will always remember those two phone calls. “Come quick, they are trying to revive Dad.”
Then the second call. My world froze. Simon said, “Dad is gone.” I could not believe it.
When I arrived, I saw Dad lying there on the floor. He looked like he was sleeping. He did not know he was going to pass away. He had been taking someone to lunch and passed away right there. Without warning. Or goodbyes.
So I lay there with him. I kept him in my arms, telling him how much I loved him. I did not want to let him go.
My dad, Roland James Amir, was my rock. My world. I turned to him for everything. No matter what it was, or where I was, he was always there for me.
I miss his loud laugh, his hugs, or just calling him to say hello. Then we’d sing, “I just called to say I love you,” to each other.
I was so incredibly blessed to be his daughter and am so thankful.
Some may remember him as an entrepreneur and businessman, and a man who helped hundreds, if not thousands, of people with advice.
But to me, he was simply my favourite human. And will always be.
“If you aim for the moon and you miss, you end up amongst the stars.”
(His favourite quote)
Till we meet again.
Love you forever dad.
Your kishmish