Hi dad,
Happy 59th birthday.
That's right, my friends. It's my dad's birthday, and upon this occasion, I wish (as I always do) for him to stay healthy, stay bright, stay active, and continue to give (not only me) good advice, but hopefully also for other people in my generation (and/or your generation).
Unfortunately, I am ending up writing about my thoughts again (don't get tired of me ranting!) For this post in particular, I would like to dedicate to my dad, and also how grateful... and yet envious I am of you. I am so proud of you... and yet sometimes I couldn't help feeling a bit helpless.
I recently have come to know my dad a bit better from his biography recently published in October 2013. By that, I don't mean in term of personality (because in some ways we are very much alike and understand each other quite well). However, I meant about what happened (in details) about during the course of his life. The details of what he thinks has made him who he is. The details of when he was an activist. The reasons behind his life-changing decisions. No matter whether why he has chosen the life as a doctor, life as an activist, life as a leader, life in politics..
I admire him a lot. He is like my mentor, my advisor, my personal life consultant. Though it's not so much on a personal, love-life scale, but in term of major life choices e.g. career, relocation, schools, etc., he has influenced me a lot (and he claims he is secretly redirecting my life.. which is to be honest rather freaky, but so far I am enjoying the decisions that I've made). Sometimes when it is very difficult for me to make a decision, his opinions, especially when it matches mine, are in fact very comforting. We think alike, we eat alike, and we very much understand each other. But that takes time to cultivate-- time that I need to grow up so I can truly understand why he teaches me certain things, and for me to acknowledge that in fact he is correct. Years ago, I was so pissed at certain things, but now I understand him better.
His life in fame was never one of those shiny, highly publicized ones. We live modestly. We are just a middle class family with a really smart dad. Nothing more than that.
I actually meant to post this on his birthday.. unfortunately, too busy to finish it then. But well...
happy birthday dad.
Best,
Your daughter
Happy 59th birthday.
That's right, my friends. It's my dad's birthday, and upon this occasion, I wish (as I always do) for him to stay healthy, stay bright, stay active, and continue to give (not only me) good advice, but hopefully also for other people in my generation (and/or your generation).
Unfortunately, I am ending up writing about my thoughts again (don't get tired of me ranting!) For this post in particular, I would like to dedicate to my dad, and also how grateful... and yet envious I am of you. I am so proud of you... and yet sometimes I couldn't help feeling a bit helpless.
I recently have come to know my dad a bit better from his biography recently published in October 2013. By that, I don't mean in term of personality (because in some ways we are very much alike and understand each other quite well). However, I meant about what happened (in details) about during the course of his life. The details of what he thinks has made him who he is. The details of when he was an activist. The reasons behind his life-changing decisions. No matter whether why he has chosen the life as a doctor, life as an activist, life as a leader, life in politics..
I admire him a lot. He is like my mentor, my advisor, my personal life consultant. Though it's not so much on a personal, love-life scale, but in term of major life choices e.g. career, relocation, schools, etc., he has influenced me a lot (and he claims he is secretly redirecting my life.. which is to be honest rather freaky, but so far I am enjoying the decisions that I've made). Sometimes when it is very difficult for me to make a decision, his opinions, especially when it matches mine, are in fact very comforting. We think alike, we eat alike, and we very much understand each other. But that takes time to cultivate-- time that I need to grow up so I can truly understand why he teaches me certain things, and for me to acknowledge that in fact he is correct. Years ago, I was so pissed at certain things, but now I understand him better.
His life in fame was never one of those shiny, highly publicized ones. We live modestly. We are just a middle class family with a really smart dad. Nothing more than that.
I actually meant to post this on his birthday.. unfortunately, too busy to finish it then. But well...
happy birthday dad.
Best,
Your daughter
