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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Ba Ba, Fu Ching Jie Kwai Le!

Hi dadi,

It's been a long time since my last post. But you know we were traveling in Taiwan, China, HK and Foster City -- I know you were there with us because the weather was unusually great where ever we went!

Today is Chinese father's day and I want to wish you all the love from me, momi, rich and zilla that you can ever handle. They must have a Chinese father's day celebration in heaven where all the fathers get to do whatever they want.

My guess is that you would:
1) Watch a movie
2) Eat a nice big steak (or hot dog with cooked onions)
3) Come hang out with momi in Foster City and me in NY

You were the greatest father in the world, and you still are. I learned so much from you, and to this day, am still remembering lessons from you (like this time in China, where momi and me learned that we need you around to bargain effectively!) We miss you so much.

Here is Zilla writing a father's day card for you, as you can see she is thinking hard about what to say to you! She'll have to send her message via a dog messenger in heaven and you will get her thoughts that way. :)

Love, L.A. ;-)

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ya! Today is Chinese father's day. Ba Ba may be going around from here(SF) to your place(NYC). Hope when I talked with his banking people here today, he heard about it and give some blessings.:)I got throatache to ear ache like two years ago when he was satying with me in Foster City. I remember he took me to the emergency of hospital and quicky got a return ticket back to Taiwan, because of the long waiting here for diagonosis. And on our night of staying in Japan, I became much better after a good night of sleep. I feel so sleeping now maybe it's a sign to ask me to sleep for recovery.After I took the garbage out, I hope I can get a night of good sleep and see if my throat will be better tomorrow.

10:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ba Ba also lets me think about your grandpa. Ba Ba always took me to LA granpa's cementory, when he was alive. Now I have to go without him. This is also one of many things hard to get used to.

10:25 PM  

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