Yesterday, I met my new supervisor. Somehow, from our conversation, reminded me of my late father. And yeah, after all these years…somehow, i would still wish if he could remain alive today. I wish that i could be like any other children, or even adult, when his dad is around to talk and guide, even enjoying my daugthers.
I would remember then, how he had lived. How he work hard to ensure our family have all the good things. And how I wish that he could be less hard-working and live longer just to be with us.
I don’t mind less eating in restaurant, if he could still be alive today.
I don’t mind of the old house, if it meant he could still be alive today.
I don’t mind of less pocket money, and did not enjoy my favorite food in canteen, if it could make him work less harder and still be alive today.
And I don’t mind of us working harder as family, if it could help him to bear the burden alone.
Indeed, I think, what most important in life is who we are, and not what we can do.
After all said and done, we would exchange everything for the time we spend with our loved ones.
If it meant for us to live with less in order to have him more, I think none of us would complain.
Teach me Lord to treasure my life. I would not want to repeat the same with my wife and my children. Even as young as a little baby, she knows that to see the father is of a greater joy than all the plays.