{52 on Friday: Old}

{52 on Friday: Old}

28 July 2011

This week’s theme on the Bloom Forum is Old and I immediately knew I had to do this.

There are two things that make me less excited about going home, which are the 21 hours flight (bearable with lots of new release movies) and seeing my parents growing old (unbearable).

This is a story about my dad and perhaps the most difficult blog post I’ve ever written.

I had always imagined a beautiful life with my parents, where life is full of smile and filled with many wonderful things. But nine years ago my father had a stroke. He underwent seven surgeries and we spent three months at three hospitals. This shocked me and has completely changed the way I see life and what I consider important in life.

What is happening to my father has put my faith into a full spin. I question God, I question His where about, whether He really cares. I question His plans. I question His presence. I envy seeing grandfathers walking and laughing with their grandchildren. I wish my father could do the same. He would if he could, with all his heart.

I posted a rising kite image on Flickr on my father’s birthday and a Flickr friend sent me an email. She said, “I know what you are going through. I’ve experienced the same.” I remembered how relieved it was reading her email because for years I thought I am going through this alone and that nobody would understand the sorrow.

I spent my first week at home crying for many reasons. I cried because it tore me apart seeing how my parents are growing old. I cried because it tore me apart seeing what my father is going through in his old days. I cried because I was touched by sincere attention and love sent by our friends and family during this difficult time. My best friend sent a prayer through Yahoo Messenger, our neighbors continuously visit us, send us food and prayers. This shows that my father and mother are loved and respected by many. This fact is comforting me in many ways.

Phew! This is my longest post!

We still keep all of his belongings including his glasses.

I give him a bath in the afternoon and we would sit outside for fresh air.



Blessed your heart if you made it to the bottom. LOL. Please visit Kelly's blog to see her take on this week's theme.