Last evening, hubby & I went to a wake of my colleague's friend's dad. It's a lil distant ya.. honestly I don't know her very well though met her once few years ago. Earlier this year, her dad was diagnosed as having lung cancer too... only then we MSN chatted a few times.
Saw her yesterday, I didn't know what to say.. needless to talk about hubby who only met her once, with me. Other than giving her moral support by showing up (honey, thanks for making the effort), don't think I could help much. I can identify with the pain. But she's a strong girl.. being the only child, she has to shoulder all the responsibilities.
I didn't sleep well... especially the initial part of the night. Everything about daddy re-ran in my mind. How I miss him... still dream of him very frequently. And all I can do now is to visit him as often as we're able to & take good care of mum. Whichever country hubby & I have been to, we always bring back a souvenir for him.
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