This archive report was first published on 19 June 2020.
It's been years since I lost my father to Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), a progressive muscle degenerative disease, but the pain still lingers. However, as time has passed, I've come to realize that I've been given a gift – the opportunity to reflect on the beautiful memories we shared.
One of my earliest memories of my father is a trip we took to Mombasa when I was in primary school. He picked me and my brothers up from school and took us on a surprise trip, much to the confusion of our teachers. He believed that we needed a break from our daily routine and wanted to create some unforgettable memories for us.
My father was known for his sense of humor, often making us laugh with his jokes, even if they were a bit off-color. I remember one particular joke he told at a party, where he explained his job experience in France and England, using the term 'soliciting for work' instead of the correct term. His wife and aunt were mortified, but I was in stitches.
My father loved to throw parties and celebrate special occasions, often marking the end of the rainy season with a big feast. He and his brother would always come up with creative excuses to get together and roast meat.
One of my favorite memories of my father is the way he laughed. He had a deep, belly laugh that could light up a room and make everyone feel at ease. Even now, when I hear someone laughing in a similar way, it brings back memories of my father and the joy he brought to those around him.
As I've grown older, I've come to realize that the most beautiful memories aren't grand or extraordinary, but the little things that tug at our hearts and make us smile. My father may be gone, but his legacy lives on in the memories we shared, and I'm grateful for the time we had together.
Happy Father's Day!
