This Father’s Day, we at Star2.com are thinking about our dads – from life lessons to fond memories we will always cherish having you in our lives. Happy Father’s Day Papa!
My father has always been unequivocally adored. He was the apple of his parents’ eye and grew up with three older sisters who worshipped him as a child and still dote on him now.
In my mother, my father found his soulmate, a kindred spirit who loved him fiercely and without limitations, and whom he loved back devotedly.
Growing up, I was spellbound by Daddy too. I held on to his every word and in my mind, no one was smarter. What Daddy didn’t know wasn’t worth knowing.
Over the years, I’ve been treated to a lavish diet of my father’s intelligence, tossed in with his easy-going nature, kindness, generosity, infinite wisdom and most important of all, his ability to love unconditionally.
This was never clearer than when my beloved mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. It was hard on my siblings and I, but my parents’ love adapted fluidly to the situation. I would come home to the heart-warming tableau of them sitting side by side listening to old songs, my father beaming at my mother and my mother beaming back, even though by then she’d already forgotten his name (she never forgot his face though).
Last year, my mother passed away, and our devastation was so overwhelming that I’m not sure we could have got through it without Daddy’s unshakeable belief that true love lives on, even when the person you love is no longer there.
Even though I’m all grown up now, I still hold on to Daddy’s every word. The only difference is, it isn’t just me listening in rapt attention – my husband is too. You see, I ended up marrying a rather smart man too, one who very quickly understood that in my books, Daddy is No 1.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy! – Abirami Durai
I remember the evenings we played basketball at home and every time you stopped to catch your breath.
I remember the cartwheels you did on the beach in PD to my surprise and awe.
I remember the family cuddles by the fireplace in Cameron Highlands and how close and warm we were.
I won’t forget the stern looks you gave me when my grades at school were not satisfactory. I loved when you played Chris de Burgh’s I’ll Be Missing You, every time you picked mum up from the airport after her long holiday away. I still feel the tears you shed during out father-daughter dance on my dream wedding night and that lingering hug you gave.
Finally, I remember and still do hear your words of wisdom to live a life worth living. You have and are still changing my life and I can only hope that I have done the same for you. Happy Fathers Day da! I really hope you can wake up now and realise that you have everything you could possibly hope for and more and there is never a day of wanting.
Thank you and I love you. – Nadine Zandra Fernandez
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. Dad passed away in November 2012.
He was a labourer, who was paid a pittance for doing back-breaking work.
Although my sister and I grew up poor, dad made an honest living and tried his best to make us happy, and I remember my childhood with nothing but fondness.
When dad got extra allowance one month, he bought us a puppy at the morning market, as he knew we wanted a pet.
Every Father’s Day, my heart aches and I know it is permanently broken. But in a way, that’s OK, because it’s a daily reminder of him.
I love you forever, dad. – William K.C. Kee
My father and I drove my Mini Clubman from Kangar to Kuala Lumpur when I started a new job here many years ago. We took the old route and stopped frequently along the way, just to have a coffee and bathroom break, but mostly to give my little car a rest. It took us 12 hours, but he, I and George got to KL safely.
We spoke little during the journey – my father was not a big talker, and I take after him that way. But I’ll always remember the time we spent together in my Mini. For 12 hours, I had my father all to myself. – Jane F. Ragavan
My sister Sonia and I always looked forward to our Penang trips when we were young. My dad worked for a company that had a little house by the beach and we would spend a few days there doing what families on vacation do – have fun.
My dad grew up with many missed opportunities that came from being poor. While our little family was hardly rich, being able to get away and enjoy ourselves must have been, in his eyes, a huge step forward. But all these little luxuries came with sacrifices and a lot of compromise. He worked hard, without lament or complaint, to get these little frills. He never cut corners and always upheld his ethical beliefs – it must have been quite challenging. But that is how he is; a doer and a provider.
I value all that you have done and given up for us. And while there are some things fathers and sons do not say out loud, I hope you know that your work ethic, your idealism and your nature of wanting to be a good provider have been successfully passed down to me. Happy Father’s Day daddy. – Eric Ian Chan