2021 Father’s Day
Dad, since you left us in 2013, today is the ninth Father’s Day that I cannot have you but find you are still with me. However brutal it was for you to leave me, I find I have legitimized such brutality letting it arbitrarily tell me that you had left us, for your daughter, me having grown up a lot and being more than strong to admit and accept that you have literally gone.
Dad, most nights when I cannot sleep, I used to think of you, I don’t know why I would not be tired of thinking of you, I wonder if it is the smile that you always put on your face when being with us that makes me eager to see it again; I wonder if it is the signature nodding you every time responded to whatever we asked you for opinions that makes me eager to see it again; I wonder if it is the silence that you used to show us when the family encountering difficulties that makes me eager to see it again. Dad, you would never know how amazing a person you were to us!
Dad, with the coronavirus hitting us in a relentless way, we have lived our lives in a very constrained way with the restrictions every place in the world has imposed on its people. Every one of us is struggling to survive such a grim, grim challenge on a day-to-day basis and I promise we must go through it. Moreover, I know after surviving it, we will definitely be a lot stronger than we were before with the strength we are now compelled to exercise in the process. Dad, with the restricted measures we have to follow, we are unable to go to our homeland to visit the grave you laid; however, we don’t worry much, for we know you are patient enough to wait for us with your calm and peaceful streak in personality. By then, we will have a jubilant gathering with you again. Love to look forward to it and I love you so, so much, dad!
Owing to the medical nutrition tube implanted into a blood vessel in one of his hands on the second day he was admitted, which was helping him survive, the vein was appearing a bit overburdened, turning grey and swollen. This morning Father had undergone a transplant surgery to remove the tube from his hand into his neck, into another blood vessel. The doctor who did it to him could not help but praise his endurance of the pain. When the tube was on his neck, we gently touched it, trying to feel what he felt, only to find his neck was terribly slim. It could not be slimmer for a human being. Since he had been ill, Father used to put on a scarf around his neck to keep himself warm, and this was the first time we seriously looked at his neck. Father, how much had you suffered to have such a slim neck that it did break our hearts, and how could you suffer so much pain without a word of blame?
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