July 2, 2012
3 years ago today, a great father left this world – mine.
This man fled Vietnam by boat and survived years in a refugee camp during which time he nearly died – more than once.
When he finally made it to Canada, he met his daughter for the first time – me.
With literally the clothes on his back, he endured hardship and racism in a new country – without speaking the language.
But he laboured hard, lived meagerly and sacrificed – he made a living.
He embraced a new culture and nourished a growing family – built a strong foundation for a new beginning.
He bought a car and soon he bought a house. He educated his children well and took his family on vacations – accomplishments many take for granted.
Everything was going well. Then came life-changing news – the diagnosis of liver cancer.
Five years followed. Happy moments. Hard times. Surgery. Chemotherapy. Pain. Relapses. Hope. Family.
The father once so reserved now spent hours a day just talking with his children – he wanted more time with his family.
The dad who preferred staying in to save money now encouraged his children to enjoy the pleasures of life as often as possible – he had regrets.
The man who never liked being the subject of photography now wanted to be in as many pictures with family as he could – he didn’t want to be forgotten.
The husband who seemed so strong now often spilled his fears as well as tears – he was afraid to die.
The man who told us to share with him all that was in our hearts because he was going to die in 3 days – he foretold his death.
The man who hugged us, who kissed us, who cried with us and wished he didn’t have to leave us – he accepted his fate.
The man who had to remain sedated until he passed away – hopefully he knew no pain.
The man whose breathing slowed until he took his last breath – died surrounded by a stronger, more loving family.
The man who has shaped the person I am today – my father.
Dad, I will forever miss you and love you. My memories of you and your teachings will have a permanent place in my heart.
Today, in his memory, I post the last picture we took together as a family – Jenni’s high school graduation on June 24, 2009.