On the 25th of June 2018, in a quiet hospital in Nairobi, Kenya, my father took his last breath as I looked on, and heard my heart breaking into a million little pieces. I was so hurt, so wounded, so tired, so hopeless, that I never thought anything good would come out of his passing. Three years later, I look back in awe.

You see, grief is like a scorned and vengeful lover. The harder you try to get away, the harder she entrenches herself into your being and refuses to let go. You need help to get through grief. Most people don’t get help hence they don’t address their grief. For me, after my words, grief counselling was the second-best thing I did for myself. It helped me vent. It allowed me to understand some of my behaviors and choices and why I did what I did. It helped me to come to terms with it and decide how I wanted to deal with it. 

This book is neither an explanation of nor a guide through grief from the perspective of a certified professional. It is not a reason to excuse decisions or a way to explain them away. It is simply my words to my Daddy and an expression of gratitude to my Heavenly Father for guiding me through that season.
 
My prayer is that it will help guide you through your season as well.