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2017 Father’s Day

Dad, today, the fifth Father’s Day I am without you, it is like I am losing you for the fifth time. It is an immense hurt and pain. Not a word can be brutal enough to describe my feeling when I finally find there is nothing I can do to make you come back and listen to me saying to you ‘I love you’ with a desperate deep hug.
If the ultimate aim of life is to learn to part, I suppose the very first chapter of life is so by having us leave our mother’s body once born. As though ridiculous as it is, parting such a monster has taught us something so valuable that we cannot learn elsewhere. Rather than teach us to witness how our loved ones leave us, parting literally teaches us to love in time.
Dad, the excessive thoughtfulness you exclusively own makes you exceedingly gentle and sweet towards your daughters, letting them at least have one good man in their lives when today, ‘a good man is hard to find’ is overwhelmingly a norm. Dad, you may never know whenever we talk about good people, you are always on the top of the list, and the punchline is, when we are talking about you, we seem to forget the others on that list, for we have no time for them.
When I cannot find anything I can do for you on this celebrating day, I decide to sing you a song every year as our ritual, in remembrance of you, as well as recalling the memories of you staying at the hospital and with us seeing you every day and night, that is sweet and bitter dotted with tears and joys. I may not sing well but I know you would like it because whatever I am, you used to find me the best.
Amid all the episodes during the visit today, there was one I found so touching that it almost made me cry. From morning to dusk, Father might find himself lying in bed for so long that he would sometimes want to turn or even sit up. He asked Sam to help him make it. The scene was unforgettable, with every step ingrained into my eyes. Sam first gently held Father’s upper body up from the bed and then gently pulled his feet down from the edge of the bed. Obviously, it sapped some strength from both of them. Father sat on one side of the bed with feet down, facing us and smiling contentedly at Sam and us. We all noticed him wanting to try another harder movement, but we did not know what it was. Shortly after sitting on the bed with feet downwards to the floor, catching his breath for minutes, we saw him indicating to Sam that he wanted to try to stand. Sam did not tell him no but attended to his wish. He made the effort as far as he could to hold him up, and when Father eventually stood after rising with a wobble, Sam immediately hugged him tightly. The scene was a big and warm hug of a father and a son, so touching that I thought I would never forget it in my life.

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Judy Cheng

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Hello friends, I am from Hong Kong, living there and having decent education there. I am a mother of two sons and I work as a veteran counselor at a fully fledgling marital introduction company. I like to share with people some tougher experiences in the area of human relationships, marriage in particular. I find human nature is a mixed blessing. While we are bestowed upon enjoying the advantages of it, we can also flee the disadvantages of it. How? I will tell you in my books and blogs.
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