Finally, the day has come. We lost our dad who has been sick since last year. He has been in and out from hospital for the last one year.
On October 14, 2024 – he admitted to HKL due to liver failures. Never did we thought this will be the last time he spent his days in hospital. On October 25, I was on a phone call with a friend, still not decided if I should visit him at the hospital. At that night, I have made up my mind to pay a visit to him the next day and bring along my niece with me.
It was not going with my plan. At around 10.30am in the morning, mom texted saying Dr called and they need to rush to the hospital due to dad condition. We all decided to go together and this is the last time I saw my dad alive in front of me. I didn’t go near to him instead I stand in front of his bed, had a long eyes contact with him. We all are prepared for the day. We even discussing on the wake service and comparing on packages.
At 12.33pm, October 27 Sunday, we lost our dad.
No matter how prepared you were, when it’s happened and it is really hard to accept and not be sad. I stayed home with granny and my niece while the rest were trying to settle at hospital. The whole funeral thing is new to us and all we can do is to followed.
I have not been thinking about dad until the funeral is done and right after I spent my days with my niece for her 18th birthday. I had a blur memories with him on the last 2 years since he has changed to another person. I don’t remember my last conversation with him too. My good memories with him was still on those days on my college days, I brought both my parents to I-city for Western dinner, bring them out to IKEA and trying on meatballs. I remember dad loves the coffee there because it refillable. Everything and all memories stopped right after MCO.
I am happy because I had such a good memories with him although not the recent years. He was the one who influenced me to 70’s 80’s English songs. He was the one who always takes good care of our tummy where we never get starved. He was a good cook, for sure. We always surrounded with food whenever home.
And because of him, I went through a counselling sessions to clear the confusion of me toward his changed behaviour especially he was so means to my mom. During the counselling sessions, I recalled some memories of him being a good dad who love language is to show food to us. I learnt about the different love language for everyone.
Honestly, I have no regret but feeling grateful that I had good memories with him and he leave for good now. Next, we will take good care of granny & mom and he can rest in peace with no pain.
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