For Papa

I was known as Ninni by Papa. These are my favourite last memories of me and my Father together. We shared some peaceful moments in the library together reading books, and watching youtube movies together. We ate some meals together. And one of the most special ones was going for a lovely walk around the river in Fremantle. He had a sip from my bottle of water. We then sat down and watched the river. He sat on his walker.
He also came over to my house a couple of times and slept over my house. I cooked him dinner. We went for a lovely train ride together and we had lovely conversations, and we were laughing. A guy looked at us and smiled. He noticed our happy energies we were emitting. He gave me his bible and another book like the bible. I really enjoy reading them.
Before that we spent time together at in his room with me and my brother, and we ate something and chatted. I also loved when he'd have a surprise for me. He'd grab something out of hid draw and he'd say, "Look what I have for you!" And he'd have a bag of chocolates and we'd share a few together. He loved chocolates and toffee lollies.
One of my favourite memories of me and him as a child was him bathing me. He was very loving and caring. I was about 3 years old. He also liked to give me these strawberry lollies and give me coke or pepsi. And we'd go on these really long special outings to fantastic places. They were usually outdoors. Likes forests, and mountains and parks. Once he got stung by a stingray at the beach when I was little. He came out of the water and I saw his foot and he told me he got stung.
Another favourite memory was when he was coming to my walks championship in athletics. My best friend at the time met him. She really liked him. She found it funny I called him Papa. Afterwards we all went to his place to have lunch. I also loved to have the sleepovers with me and my sister at his house on the school holidays. We'd go to the city, watch movies and go to the shops together.
I'm very grateful he has helped me out financially. He bought me a car, given me money and lots of love. And has always said, don't spend it, save it. So, I saved my money. I bought a house. I thought of him when I bought it. I wanted to rebuild what was torn down. And he was happy for me when I did.
He's also always advised me for my health to take care of myself and take vitamin and eat the right foods. and to relax.
When I was sick in hospital when I was 12, he was there for me. I remember him by my bed. And he was playing with a bird puppet trying to entertain me. I was laughing. the nurse asked me if he was my Dad or my grandfather. I said Dad. He was already 61 by then.
He came to my graduation for my make up artistry diploma in 2007 to see me graduate. He was there to support me.
And he was very supportive of me getting my drivers license. He gave me confidence to drive. He helped me do my hours. Thank you Papa.
I have so many more memories, but I just love remembering his feeling and expressions, mannerisms and voice mostly and way he loved me so much, unconditional love.
One of my last memories of us together was when I was with him in his room at the old people's home, and I showed him the song I had created. He really loved it. He also loved another song and he was bopping along to it, putting his arm in the air, copying my movements I was doing in the music video.
He was so friendly to everybody. We were at the train station coming from the old people's home, and he saw the male nurse at the other side and greeted him and waved. He was just so excited and passionate about other people's lives.
One special last memory we held was when I gave him a coin I had from overseas and he took out his huge magnifying glass out and was looking at the coin. It felt so magical watching him do it. I would describe him as a natural actor in being state. He would've made an amazing actor, or sales person.
He'd also tell me a lot about his own life about what he's achieved. He has had several different jobs in life. But the first was a farmer and teacher in Poland, then linguist, in France, fruit picker, and electrician in Australia. The best job, Father and friend. He told me he sang in the choir in university. He would always sing out of the blue in different languages. He knew English, Polish, French, Spanish, Russian, Italian, Portugese, Latin and Indonesian, fluently.
I'm now studying again, to succeed in life, and I do things always thinking of him whilst I do them. I do things to make him feel proud. He makes me feel strong and powerful, holy, creative and intelligent and most of all happy.
He always wanted everybody to reunite. That was his wish. He always spoke of it. When we'd go for walks together. And now it's going to happen at his funeral.
I'm really sad that he's gone. And I still think of him everyday and feel his spirit and presence with me. His spirit is so powerful it'll always be in my heart and surrounding me.
I hear his voice all the time so very strong now. I even hear him singing. That's how closely connected we are.
Today was his cremation and I gave him a gift and sang him 3 songs. I said a few prayers for him. 
He will rise from the ashes like a pheonix. And become an angelic holy angel of light protecting me as my guardian angel. 
He will also become a trinity once again on Earth, as mind, body spirit and I will meet him as my holy one. We will feel each others touch again. 
I love you Papa. xxo

Love, Your daughter, Nina

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