Today, July 2, 2010, around 3:00 a.m., my dad passed away.
I am 1 hour away by plane. However, I couldn’t make it to the hospital nor to his wake nor to his funeral.
My mother would not let me go. Her memories of my father is only of pain, or so I think. What can I say. I wasn’t there when bad things happened. I wasn’t there when painful words were uttered. I wasn’t there when crying was the only refuge.
If only we only have just happy memories to see us through till the end.