Hello again, Dad,

Delle and I dropped by your final resting place yesterday. It has been a while since I last visited. I noticed there is a guardhouse now at the cemetery. And I thought why would a cemetery require guards when no one is planning on getting out and I am pretty sure no one is dying to get in. It’s just a little dark humour, Dad 😅

I would like to think that your spirit was with us while we were there. Delle is a beautiful young lady now and she’s almost 18. I believe you would be proud to know she is good in Math, just like you. She is an artist and talented bass player too. Shaye is 13 and she is as tall as Delle. She is a fashionista and a foodie. I will bring her along on our next visit.

I made a little gift for you, Dad. I learn how to make it from the YouTube. It’s a mini terrarium. I bought some lilies too. The supermarket where I live has a nice selection of flowers.

We planted some flowers too though I don’t even know what this plant is called. I cut some short twigs to plant at the bottom area. Delle decorated the sides with some stones and scattered some pieces of moss from the extra for the vase area.

You have left us for over two decades but you were not forgotten. So, it is not just words engraved on the stone (“Always remembered by loved ones”). It is a way to honour the connection of you as my father and I will continue to keep the memories and thoughts of you alive, Dad.

I am doing okay, Dad. I started singing again too. I remember a few days before you passed, you asked me to take you for a car ride. I would normally play the worship songs in the car for you. And I remember feeling amazed you could still sing along to the songs considering you were at the final stage of throat cancer.

I enjoyed visiting and embracing the quiet peace here. I am reminded how fleeting life can be and one day this is where it all ends. The only place where equality can be found in a seemingly unfair world.

Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad!

Much love, Pat ❤️