I saw this picture in my office computer while I was trying to play the MP3. With Ching Ming round the corner, I tot I refreshed my memory about him.

It has been 3+ years since Dad passed away. Bone cancer was eating him then and he was constantly in pain. I read that there is no cure for bone cancer. He was too weak for chemotherapy then and radiotherapy was too slow for the disease, which was spreading like wild fire. I remembered that when his blood pressure dropped really low one time and the doctors asked us to standby, I begged God for extra time, enuff for me to bring him a pastor to share Christ. God was gracious and answered my prayer. Amazingly, my parents were opened to my suggestion then. I am not sure if he had accepted Christ, but he was soon influenced by his siblings and turned to Buddhism instead.
Daddy Lim and I had also decided to get married when my dad was very ill, hoping that the good news would help. However, he didnt get a chance to see us tied the knot. But he knew that we were making plans and I bet that pleased him. I used to tell him about my marriage plans when I visoted him at the hospital.
My dad was a hard man and had a hard life. With little education, he started off as a metal worker. I remembered that life was hard on us too. With the miserable money that he brought back, we have little luxury. Then my parents became hawkers and started their chay kway teow and yong tau foo stall. They worked long hours to feed the family. We grew up with little parental guidance. Although they never expected us to be genius, the 3 of us graduated from NUS and my dad was really proud of that.
I used to be really angry with my dad. He was an alcoholic and chain smoker. For as far as remembered, he would drink himself silly every night. I do admit that I am ashamed of him when I was growing up. I was angry that he couldnt hold a decent conversation with us when night falls and that he couldnt provide for us to live comfortably. I was also angry with him for showing favouritism. He doted most on my sis and he openly admitted it. It was only when I was older that I knew that life turned much better when my sis came along, thus his special love for her. They shared a special bond too. She took after him, not so much in appearance but in characteristic. I used to pray that God would helped me to forgive him and it took a long time for me to do so.
Ever since I received Christ, I had been praying that God would made my dad quit smoking and drinking. I once shared with my sis that my dad would only quit smoking when he experienced a near death experience and I was right. God did answer my pray but my dad contracted cancer, probably due to the many years of smoking and drinking.
He underwent a major operation and recovered well. Since that, he quited smoking and drinking totally. It was that time that I felt that I had a father. Such near death experiences do wonders sometimes. After he recovered, he was very active and even went on tours with my mum. Sadly, two years later, he was hit by stroke, which left his right side paralysis. It was really sad seeing him immobile. He tried hard and was eventually able to walk with a limp and even enjoyed rounds of mahjong at times! Tragedy strike again 2 years later and the cancer relapsed, attacking his brain and bones.
I remembered that he was still very optimistic initially, willing to go for operation, if need be. However, no surgery could be done and the disease eventually took him. He was gone within 3 months from his diagnosis. We were all at his bedside when he was gone. I hoped that brought him some comfort.
Even until today, my mum often lamented that life was hard on my dad. Sometimes, she even commented that we should not have proceeded with the operation in the very beginning since the end result is the same - death. Halowz, everybody dies lor. To me, I really think that my dad had found life once again after he contracted cancer. He loved us and felt our love. He spent wonderful times with my mum and had a good bonding with Fione. All these would not be possible otherwise.
I still miss him and will often wonder where he is now. I wonder too if I will see him in heaven one day. That reminds me, I better treasure my mum. She would be around forever.
Mummy Lim