3yrs On

Its been 3 years since that faithful night that turned my world upside down. Right about this time 3 yrs ago, I was possibly scanning my passport, birth cert, trying to stuff some clothes into my bag while printing out the maps around GZ. Yep, you might have recalled my previous entries about the last night that my dad was alive.

On retrospect, I regretted not having that dinner with him & mum the day before he left for his trip. I regretted about not making that phone call to the hotel after numerous urging by the Holy Spirit.

There are still many loose ends left to be tied up. Interestingly, this was also the start of my stronger relationships with some of my relatives. Its through their sharing of stories, their lives, what makes them cry that brought us closer. Helps me to understand them better too!

Papa, I miss you. I miss calling out your name when you get home from work each evening. I miss bargaining with you for a movie treat (that always end with a grin on your face). I miss your voice. Wished you were still around to see how your little grandchildren are growing up as cheeky monkies. Wished you were around to share another good meal together. Wished you were around to share your thoughts about the political climates. Wished you were around to just sit around to chat with. Wished I can watch you play table soccer again, to see that child-like grin out of a 70yr old... is simply priceless.

These were the strong mental images left of papa and I hope that they'll always stay with me.