Last weekend, when I was saying my goodbye to my dad, he told me thanks for helping and for coming. When he is lucid, he can recognise me and talk a little. He looked at me with intelligent and focused eyes, so I know his faculties are alright. Needless to say, I was very moved. I tried to put up a brave front as I stroke his arm and told him, he needn't thank me at all. We are family and we should help each other when in need.
I then thanked him for accompanying me every Sat afternoon for years, changing 2 buses, to get to my cousin's home for piano lessons. Each 1 way journey took 1.5h. He would wait patiently for me for another 1.5h or so to finish my lessons. We would walk from the dusty busstop across some wilderness..a short cut to my cousin's private house in the hot afternoon sun, and then we later walk down to IHM for the sunset Mass. He was at least 60 years old then. For all his toil and sacrifice, I made sure I passed all my piano exams so that his sacrifices do not go to waste.
I thanked him then too for taking care of the kids when they were little and I had to go to work. Without them, I couldn't go to work with such great peace of mind, not to mention a great deal of money saved from child-care centres (although we did provide for the maid). Then, I told him the 3 magic words "I Love You". I teared a little. My dad can't really hear well, he can only hear a little in his right ear. He can't see very well either as his cateracts in both eyes are already yellow. So I don't really know if he could hear or see everything that I've said or seen me teared, but one thing is for sure, I know he felt my love for him in my touching him.
I sayang his head, and he seemed so contented. It's like how our pet, Snowy, looked like when we stroke him on his head. It's like how the children like it when I sayang them. My dad is never one to show emotions and quite strong in character. I used to be the one who can get my dad to smile when I was small. I have also seen his softer side when he was taking care of my 2 kids when they were little. I guess, with his frail body, I just felt moved and stroke his head like what I've seen my mum did at the hospital, and saw how he loved it...so I did the same...and he loved it. I think in old age, every single human touch and care, and presence, is cherished. Actually, if you think about it, what is all the stress and rush in life about? When everything is taken away, what's most important in life is relationship, family and true friends.
Love Theresa