Michael Hosea

A very sweet man captured these moments of me. I truly miss him.

I remember his teasing, his jokes, the times when he was proud of me, or even angry at me; I smile and see his face smiling back, I’m very happy I had time to let him know that I love him so much, and keep harassing him by kissing his hand and face, I’m happy he knew that I was so proud, so grateful that I was raised by him, and grew by his hands like a strong and fruitful tree.

Now his body has been sleeping for two years, yet his full of life and strength spirit has been free, celebrating the love of Christ, celebrating his resurrection, his victory over death. And I’m very happy to know that.

Till I see you again my beloved father,

Michael

Wasn’t even interested!