Recalling 2012’s Father’s Day – my dad was staying at the hospital waiting for a risky and substantial operation to cope with the deadly illness he lamentably suffered – that was the last Father’s Day I had my dad in my life.

That day, we went to see dad with a mission to cheer him up, turning out to be him entertaining us with jokes and stories. One episode I remembered especially well was he asked us to help him find the shaver that he had no idea where mom had placed it, saying it was the best shaver on earth that made him keep using it. When we found it was hidden inside a small box by mom, we took it out immediately. With the shaver appearing before our eyes, the good old days were also immediately magically conjured up in our minds as a review making us reveal not a little sentiment over our faces. We did show each other a lot of happiness. The story of the shaver then gossiped between us four siblings with laughter. Yeah, we used our cash box’s money we scraped up each day to buy dad a present on one of his birthdays when we were still students. Dad treasured it as a pearl keeping that shaver awesomely good, making it absurdly new defying age. That was touching enough!

Dad, today is Father’s Day despite it already seeming a bit meaningless to me because you were gone. For all, I will typically be tormented on this day, all the more because it will remind me of you, and it will, in particular, remind me of the time we spent together with sadness and happiness at the times you were staying at the hospital.

Dad, the pain of losing and missing you reminds me how happy I was with you then – only I have to be mature and courageous enough to admit that you would never come back!