A year has passed by so quickly that I forget sometimes that he’s (ashes) still sitting in my dining hall waiting to be cast into a Reefball & deployed into the ocean. I’ve been living away so long that I loved going home to an enthusiastic father who would ask me about my research work, diving, writings, people I meet, people I like, things that I plan to do & if I’m ever going to get a dog again. Seeing me slumped on the chair in the comforts of home, looking out at my sister’s enclave of orchids, he would tell me to sleep. And I would. And he would watch CNN while waiting for me to rise & I would tell him stories again.
One day when I was given a fantastic piece of news, I picked up the phone to speed dial DAD. Surely, he still lives, what a forgetful person I am. Laughing to myself behind the wheel, I asked God to tell him the news instead. I forgot that Patricia, my eldest sister living in the USA, had dreamt that my dad is playing golf with God in some distant wonderful 72hole golf course (probably with angels caddying his big golf bag & advising him which club to use on the next swing!) and said goodbye.
Well, here I am. One year on, I’ve taken the day off to drive to Serendah International Orchid Farm with Moggie to take pictures with my recently acquired Olympus E300 & to remember him the best way I know how…….with flowers.
surely your dad would be looking down at you with a smile of approval, looking at all your achievements to date. : )
I think your dad would be mighty proud of you 🙂
Gee, thanks. Success is not how much I’ve achieved but how fulfilled I am in the process of achieving them. I’ve lost someone very dear who shared a big part of my life but knowing I will meet him again made the difference to how I feel right now & ever. 🙂