My dad was a devoted father who encouraged me to explore the world and believe in what was possible. He brought that same love and light to our daughter. When I was young, my dad once asked me about what I saw in my dreams, and I told him I dreamt of flying over a rainbow. He lit up and told me he had the same recurring dreams, soaring above the world, looking down at its beauty. Just last month, Kiona and I were watching the 1980s animated film The Snowman. There’s a scene where the boy and the snowman are flying, whimsical and full of wonder. Out of nowhere, Kiki said, “It’s Grandpa… where’s my Grandpa? Oh, there’s my Grandpa, he’s flying!” I like to think he is. I like to think he’s living out his dream of adventure, watching over his loved ones from above.
I am heartbroken for you, Lagi. Your Dad was kind, gentle, brilliant; truly exceptional. Your tribute is thoughtful and beautifully written. My thoughts and prayers are with you.