I slept the entire journey to work today.
I fell into deep sleep – right from Bedok station to Commonwealth station.
I woke up, boarded the bus and continued in an almost-fainting sleep for the 15 minutes bus ride to Ghim Moh bus terminal & was finally woken up by the bus conductor.
Today was a depressing day for me. I’m just restless, lethargic, useless and melancholic. Until I came across this blog “Days with my Father“.
It is so touching and truly inspirational.
I love this paragraph SO MUCH.
‘ I feel lucky to have had these last three years. To have left nothing unsaid. To know that we love each other nakedly, without embarrassment. To have felt his pride at my accomplishments. And to have discovered how funny he was.
What an amazing, amazing gift.
I know that if my dad had understood what I was doing, he would have been very pleased.
He also would have wanted people to remember that his story is a story about life. My father had no time for growingold. He was like a river. Always in motion, flowing forward with loose-limbed vigor. Sweeping past every obstacle with a smile, dancing and shimmering in the sun. Every door was there to be opened. Every window to be peered into. And last week, on his 99th birthday, I asked him how old he thought he was.
Grinning, he said: “22 and a half?” ‘
