Ma On Shan
Yesterday was Father's Day. I got up like it was any other Sunday. I played some WoW and I drank some coffee. I was okay until I talked to my mom.
On Saturday Hong Kong local time my mom had accompanied her friend to Ma On Shan, the district my parents used to live in, for a medical appointment. It was the first time my mom had been back there since her and daddy left Hong Kong in October of last year.
While she was in Ma On Shan, she also went to visit Heidi and Wilky (Genny's godparents), who live in a housing complex neighbouring my parents' old apartment complex.
My mom said it was really difficult for her to see the places where she and daddy used to go together, and that it was especially difficult to see the apartment blocks that they used to live in together.
I could see where she was coming from.
I don't like to think about Monte Vista, the apartment complex where my parents used to live, and seeing the parks downstairs where we used to go for morning walks so daddy could stay active during his chemo treatments.
I don't like to think about Sunshine City, the nearby mall. There would be the cinema where we would watch movies and the restaurants where we used to eat. There would be the Lencrafters where I convinced dad that the $5 000 HKD Versace frames were a good investment even though the notion of spending that much on glasses was completely ridiculous to him. There would be the grocery stores and the wet market where we would do our grocery shopping.
It's silly, but even thinking about certain transportation routes makes me sentimental today, like the 681 bus from Sunshine City to Central that we would always use to get to the Island when I was home.
We were always on a timer in Ma On Shan. Whether it was the vacation timer or the cancer timer (or both), each day had to count. In hindsight, that was a blessing. There were so many laughs and so much treasured time in Ma On Shan. I guess that's why it's so hard to think about it.
I should think about it, of course. After all, that's what Father's Day is all about: honouring dads. Mine isn't with us anymore, but he did a damn good job while he was and he deserves to be remembered--most of all on Father's Day. So Happy Father's Day, daddy. I hope you know that I think about you everyday and I miss you lots.
On Saturday Hong Kong local time my mom had accompanied her friend to Ma On Shan, the district my parents used to live in, for a medical appointment. It was the first time my mom had been back there since her and daddy left Hong Kong in October of last year.
While she was in Ma On Shan, she also went to visit Heidi and Wilky (Genny's godparents), who live in a housing complex neighbouring my parents' old apartment complex.
My mom said it was really difficult for her to see the places where she and daddy used to go together, and that it was especially difficult to see the apartment blocks that they used to live in together.
I could see where she was coming from.
I don't like to think about Monte Vista, the apartment complex where my parents used to live, and seeing the parks downstairs where we used to go for morning walks so daddy could stay active during his chemo treatments.
I don't like to think about Sunshine City, the nearby mall. There would be the cinema where we would watch movies and the restaurants where we used to eat. There would be the Lencrafters where I convinced dad that the $5 000 HKD Versace frames were a good investment even though the notion of spending that much on glasses was completely ridiculous to him. There would be the grocery stores and the wet market where we would do our grocery shopping.
It's silly, but even thinking about certain transportation routes makes me sentimental today, like the 681 bus from Sunshine City to Central that we would always use to get to the Island when I was home.
We were always on a timer in Ma On Shan. Whether it was the vacation timer or the cancer timer (or both), each day had to count. In hindsight, that was a blessing. There were so many laughs and so much treasured time in Ma On Shan. I guess that's why it's so hard to think about it.
I should think about it, of course. After all, that's what Father's Day is all about: honouring dads. Mine isn't with us anymore, but he did a damn good job while he was and he deserves to be remembered--most of all on Father's Day. So Happy Father's Day, daddy. I hope you know that I think about you everyday and I miss you lots.