I remembered clearly it was May 15, 2006. It was the day my dad left this earth. I received a call from home that he has left. My dad was in Hong Kong and I was midway in my one-year mission in Vanuatu. I managed to see his body before it was buried, but did not get to see his last.
We had never celebrated his birthday, not for once, now I have to take the day he left this earth as the date to remember. In my family, birthdays are not celebrated. We never remember each otherís birthday including my dadís. He always told us he was a war refugee, leaving China when he was merely fourteen. All his documents are somehow lost. He even also lost touch with his own parents. He could not remember when he was born. His birth date was a mystery to us. His background was a mystery to us, too. The piece and puzzle we got was that his family was once rich, but it did not last too long when war came.
Dad was not educated. According to him, he barely had completed his primary school. But his drive of running a business caused him to pick up reading and writing in a short time. With this effort, his handwriting showed more strength and character than even a well-educated man. I was an imitator of him when I began to write. He had always been my inspiration.
My dad was rather adamant or stubborn on not being an employee at all cost. When he got married in the seventies, he had earned himself a van and a car. After many failures in running business, he finally resorted to become a driver. Renting a lorry and giving delivery service to companies was his core business. Before this he attempted other business as well. As he always told us we had a good mother who persuaded him not to become a hawker for the sake of his children.
Besides, my dadís leadership quality was unquestionable. He had been a boss since I knew him as my dad. Prior to that were just some long stories of his many failures in running businesses. He often shared stories of people he met, he counseled, he helped. All these people are his staffs, his business associates and his friends. Since he had no other siblings, he treated his friends like his own brothers. In words and in deeds, he demonstrated his leadership quality. Before his death, he was a Managing Director of a company he had started over 30 years ago.
Dad was a faithful husband. He had been a man of one wife for all his life. Though my mom passed away after 13 years of marriage, left him with four kids of twelve, ten, eight and seven, he remained widowed until the youngest was 27. He loved my mom deeply and her death was a shock to him. Single-handedly he brought all his four children up. It was an awesome contribution that I would never forget.
My dad had thick eyebrows that made him look fierce especially when we did naughty things. Together with his not-so-pleasant speech and bad temper, he could make oneís life miserable especially those who were close to him. Not until living independently from him for 20 years, I started to appreciate all that he had deposited in my life. Although my father was imperfect in many ways, he is still someone I loved and admired for years even after he left this earth.
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