Thursday, June 25, 2009

A father's last gift Part II

That night as I lay on my bed, I did not teared much. I knew he had already found the peace and was no longer suffering. All now that is left is just an empty shell. I am not ashamed to say that I slept well that night.
As I awoke the next morning, I told myself that I have no regrets as I have already done every part or thing that I could have done for him. I was there when the doc broke the news, I was the one who swallow and digest all information and pass on to other family members, taking in considerations how they could and would take it. I was the one who was there for most of his appointments with Docs. And I was there most of the time with him for his chemo and radiation treatments. And I was there during the last few weeks of his life. I try to bear no grudges against the rest of the family who were here but was too 'busy' to take time off for him. I have done more than what a son could do for his father. And my father should be very proud of me! As for my sister, I feel sorry for her because she was away for study. And when she left in Feb, my dad was still up and about, with plans to meet in Australia. I think she will be forever be regretful that she chose to go away to study instead of continuing it here. But I tell her we must all move on. This is something that he would like us to do. My sister had told me before she felt she owe me because I have to do all these things by myself. And she wasn't here most times to help. But to me, I feel perhaps I was doing myself good too when I did all these things for him. At least I get to say a "long goodbye" to my father. And I have no regrets over it.
Days after my father's death, I realise that he had actually left me a last gift! He had chosen to leave just after I left the room. I think he knows I would forever be haunted by the memory of him dying in front of me. I have always been morbid about death! And he knows it. so I think he was just bidding his time. Waiting for me to leave the room. That was his gift, his last present to me.

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