Oh dear! It has been a while since I have posted another journal entry, but oh my have I had just a wretched day. Just only a couple of weeks ago, my family moved once again but this time to Cincinnati, Ohio. The move was imperative because back in New York, my father’s sugar business was terribly burnt down by a devastating fire. Oh, how the fire engulfed his whole building not even leaving behind a single memory of his thriving business. The fire had left my family in such a poor state of bankruptcy; it was just not possible to stay in our beloved New York. We then first moved to America believing there would be a chance to start over, but my father was not able to deal with the cruel treatment of black slaves. He could not bear knowing that the sugar he was making huge profits from was actually coming from the hard work of his poor slaves. Once again, my family relocated to where we are today, Cincinnati, Ohio. Today, it has been roughly two weeks, and I am experiencing the worst pain one could imagine. Samuel Blackwell, my beloved father, passed away this morning. I cannot even describe the sorrow I feel. It feels as if someone has just broken into my heart and just stole a piece of it away without warning. After the doctors came to examine his body, they have come to the conclusion that his death occurred due to biliary fever. Even though I did not say this much when he was alive, I hope he knows that I love him very much and have appreciated spending every moment of my life as his daughter. His lessons will always be in my heart, and now I strive even more to bring equality to young men and women. To my father: You have been a great influence in my life, and you will continuously stay in my thoughts. I love you and I promise that I will take care of our family.
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