Purple Prose

17/11/2009

“ Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. We anticipate (we know) that someone close to us could die, but we do not look beyond the few days or weeks that immediately follow such an imagined death. „

Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

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16/11/2009

I wore this to my dad’s funeral.

I wore this to my dad’s funeral.

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12/11/2009

eulogy

Words cannot adequately express how I feel right now, since what I feel changes from moment to moment.  Some days I cannot really believe that my father is gone, because he passed away so suddenly. I only wish I could have told him how much he meant to me before he was gone. But on that final day at the hospital, he never woke up.  I never got to say goodbye, so this is my goodbye to my father.

He was a wonderful father who was always there for our family.  Family was so important to him. He doted on my sister and me. He would attempt to teach us sports, as a way to bond with us, but we were never the most athletic girls.  Even though we were pretty hopelessly uncoordinated, he tried hard.  He was so patient.

My father stressed the importance of education – he grew up in Taiwan, went to the most distinguished university there, and came to the United States to further his education and build a better life for him and his family.  When I was younger, he was always ready to help me with math or science homework – my past motivation to be a scientist was because of him.  He inspired me.  My father was a quietly brilliant man.

My father rarely complained about anything. Little things made him happy. He was a great listener and one of the kindest, gentlest people I have ever known.  He was good to his friends and the people he cared about and always willing to help.

My father persevered through so much pain, and I hope some of his strength is instilled in me. I am who I am today because of my father. I love you, Daddy, and I will continue to try to make you proud of me.

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23/10/2009

My dad’s been in the hospital for more than two weeks now.  I miss him.  He’s been heavily sedated this last week.

Last night, I had a dream that he was better and laughing and talking.  I have to keep hoping.

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