This happened more than 10 years ago.
I was in Mecca with my family. We had just got off from a taxi, when I realized that I had left my jacket in the taxi. I panicked. Then my father held my hand, looked me in the eyes, and said: “Let it go.”
I still panicked and tried to get my jacket back. My father held my hand even stronger, looked me in the eyes even deeper, and repeated what he had just said: “Let it go.” I finally let go.
Even today, whenever I lose someone or something, or whenever I realize I am holding on to something or someone too tight, I tell myself: “Let it go.”
Love you, pop.