Some say that it gets easier to bear the loss as time goes by, but, going by my tears yesterday, I think it was like my dad had just passed away only yesterday.
If my dad had been alive today, he would have celebrated his 72nd birthday on 24th September 2008. I wondered if he would be as strong and healthy as when he was before he passed away. Except for minor sniffles once in a while, I never knew my dad to be sick. He was always working 24/7.
I remember him sitting at his old rattan chair with a make shift table, writing or marking papers late into the night, at a corner of the dining room or upstairs in the bedroom. I can still picture him that way even till today.
I miss him. I miss my maternal grandmother too who passed away in 1988 due to a misdiagnosed by a doctor, resulting in the wrong prescription being given out, when all she had that fateful day was just a cold and a slight fever.