Saturday, February 22
- today is my dad's 2nd death anniversary. *closes her eyes and a picture of her dad's face flashed before her*
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traditionally, we must visit the tomb and pray even if we had visit the day before, for the death anniversary, is considered the most important day of the year(besides the seventh month of the lunar celender) for prayers.we like visiting him, it has become a time for reminisce, sorta. i remembered last year, the three of us(with ivy-eldest and el-2nd elder) recollecting the past and chatting to my dad's pic on his urn like he's really there and listening. we still teased him of the way he snored, how he'd always embarrassed us when we were in the travel bus to genting every year while all the other passengers were soundly asleep, only to be startled by my dad's thunder-jerking-snore, and left us wishing desperately for a blanket to camouflouge ourselves from the annoyed few who turn and stared at us furiously. we were afraid to wake my dad to lower down his volumn. all three of us was no older than 15yrs old at that time, he was healthy and fit as a bull then.
after that, my elder sis would wipe his urn clean with a tissue she pulled from her bag and smile as she said, "pa, remember how you complained about zeck(my eldest bro) to us in the public(i remeber clearly it was in macdonald's once) ? whoa..i still remember how loud you were then, so angry and agitated, even the tables that were at the other corner also can hear you", *laughs*, "i think el has got your loudness dad, she's too noisy at times lah", with that, el slapped our backs and immediately objected what ivy had accused while we all laughed..
i miss his food too. he was a great chef at work too, i believe. how i wish to visit genting with him and listen to his jokes and seeing his dimples sunken in deeper as he laughed. how i wish he can be able to embarass us in public again. i miss him dearly.
pa, we all love you deeply, and you'll always be in our heart.
background + stina nordenstam
memories of a colour
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