I am travelling in Cambodia right now and at the start of the trip I was at Heathrow airport about to start my travels to South East Asia when I really felt my Dad’s presence with me. When he was younger he started his travels around western Africa when talking about his journey to the UK he talked about the journey as being on of adventure. I actually have a recording of him talking about he travels from Nigeria that once I have completed editing the sound file I will share in the future.
So I am at the airport and even though I wasn’t there (I met up with my Dad in Nigeria on his last trip there which was a long time coming) I think about the excitement he must have felt and the changes to travelling since his early days of travelling. Also it felt a little sad that this was the first long haul flight that I had taken since we said goodbye. He loved to hear about adventures we had been on and loved looking at out pictures.
My first feelings since arriving here have been that it really reminds of Nigeria, (Ibadan and Lagos) in particular Phnom Penh obviously with a south-east asia flavour.
Evening walk in Sihanoukville
Columns, it’s so peaceful to experience such order in temples
Really love these pillars which are all over Angor Wat
Uncle wasn’t really my uncle but what do you call someone who is a cousin to your dad and a few years older? You call them Uncle. He had a very destinct gravelly voice as far as I know he never spoked but I could be wrong. There will always be questions you wished you asked when a loved one passes on. In old family photos there is usually a picture of Uncle in the background, smiling. He once stayed a week to help redecorate our living room. It was fun to have him around for that week and great to look at the walls and remember him.
When visiting my dad its very difficult for me to drive away with out going to visit Uncle. He is buried in a muslim cememetry five minutes away. About five months before my dad passed on Uncle passed. I had seen him about a month or two but had spoken to him about 4 weeks before. On my last visit he had complained of not feeling well and that he thought that he did not have long. Seeing my naturally concerned expression he told me not to be sad, he was ready he had been happy with his life to date there were a few things that he was unhappy about but on the whole he was at peace and ready too go.
Its the begining of week 5 of the AW and at the last meeting we talked about things we need to grieve for I wrote my dad. It was a year to the day that he had passed, moved on it’s still a very recent journey that me and my family have begun. But I realise that from now one I can no longer think this time last year he was still with us. Because I have been blogging intermittently for the last four or five years I choose this medium to continue the next part of the journery after year 1. I want to continue to celebrate him like we did at the start of this journey. He lives on in my heart but for now I want him to also live on in the online world a world he was aware of but never joined.