the huggable bear
when i was really little, i gave my dad a nickname called "huggable bear" or "H.B." for short. this was because i thought he looked like a big bear but i knew he was huggable because, well, he was!
i remember that he always had the most positive energy, even when i did things that he should have gotten mad at me for. like when i was little and spilled things or broke things or lost thing, he never got mad, he was just show me how not to do it next time. his motto really was "don't cry over spilled milk!" and to this day, i still have my optimistic forward-looking traits because of his influence.
even when he was sick and probably feeling very uncomfortable, he was still positive and made jokes and was still jolly as he could be.
i remember how he and my mom always liked to help people that really needed it. we always had random families from taiwan or china living in the basement of our house because he wanted to help them get settled into the US and get their children into our good school district. i think about when one of his younger brothers passed away, leaving his wife and two young boys. my dad always kept in touch with them, and gave advice and mentoring to the boys. i remember him always making sure i sent mother's days cards to my own mom, his mom, my mom's mom and even his "second" mom. i remember him lending his coat to a chinese waiter in the middle of a winter night when he was locked out of the restaurant. i remember him always trying to figure out ways to get my then-boyfriend, now husband, a green card.
sometimes when i think about why he left this world so suddenly and unexpectedly, i wonder if whoever is up where he is needed his help up there too. maybe it was their turn to have my dad in their world so that he could help them up there. maybe he is helping all the people we knews who have since left this world, like both my grandpas and my great-grandma and everyone else. and i know that he is happy, because helping other people makes him happy.
i remember that he always had the most positive energy, even when i did things that he should have gotten mad at me for. like when i was little and spilled things or broke things or lost thing, he never got mad, he was just show me how not to do it next time. his motto really was "don't cry over spilled milk!" and to this day, i still have my optimistic forward-looking traits because of his influence.
even when he was sick and probably feeling very uncomfortable, he was still positive and made jokes and was still jolly as he could be.
i remember how he and my mom always liked to help people that really needed it. we always had random families from taiwan or china living in the basement of our house because he wanted to help them get settled into the US and get their children into our good school district. i think about when one of his younger brothers passed away, leaving his wife and two young boys. my dad always kept in touch with them, and gave advice and mentoring to the boys. i remember him always making sure i sent mother's days cards to my own mom, his mom, my mom's mom and even his "second" mom. i remember him lending his coat to a chinese waiter in the middle of a winter night when he was locked out of the restaurant. i remember him always trying to figure out ways to get my then-boyfriend, now husband, a green card.
sometimes when i think about why he left this world so suddenly and unexpectedly, i wonder if whoever is up where he is needed his help up there too. maybe it was their turn to have my dad in their world so that he could help them up there. maybe he is helping all the people we knews who have since left this world, like both my grandpas and my great-grandma and everyone else. and i know that he is happy, because helping other people makes him happy.
posted by abusygirl | 11:31 AM
2 Comments:
Ya! Helping people or making people happy is making yourself happy, especially helping those who really need helps. And these people may turn to help others or yourself as soon as they have ability or capacity]ies. I think the range and capacity for dadi to help was increased a lot: from this world to a even bigger world.
I was talking with you-yu's father about Dadi's birthday is coming so that he will take me to Dadi's place and I am thinking about if I shoud send some clothing to Dad in winter. He told me that you can tell Dad that his clothings are given to the needed ones in this world. Ya! That reminds me that we gave heavy coat to the poor cook in the exetreme cold night and many students/people. I am sure if he knows many people can be saved or warmed by wearing his clothing, he must be happy. Because he loves(we too) the feeling that people being helped in the way they like so that more people feel happy.
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