Sitting here in Starbucks at Pantai Medical Centre, I think a lot about my late dad. I think this is the first time that I had think of him as my late father. It has been 11 months since he had left us and we still miss him everyday.
But now, I suddenly remember our happy incidents and funny encounter. One of it was when I bring both my parents out and usually it involves shopping. Dad will get bored so I used to park him at Starbucks. When I asked him what he wants to drink, he will tell me, Kopi O Kosong Hot. I used to laugh at that, saying that it just means americano. Then he would retort ya, call the coffee in english and you pay 10 times the price. He is not wrong in that. But I guess the cool and hip factor wasn't very high on his list. And that's how it goes with him and our coffee. I've picked up my coffee habit through him and it has been a very strong part of us whenever we smell coffee in the air. Till his very last day, he was still asking for Kopi O Kosong Ping.
I still tear up whenever I think about him but it gets easier and better to talk about him and laugh at our memories. There were a lot of good ones to hold on to. Christmas is round the corner and I still remember the first time it was mandatory for us to buy presents for everyone after my eldest sister has converted. Dad bought all of us lollipops!!! Big huge ass ones!! And he gave the one with bell to my mom!!! Dad was a big joker!
Last Christmas I cooked up a feast for everyone. I'll try to do that every year as long as I can cook and bake. I had inadvertently started a tradition of chocolate chip cookies bake off for my nephews. Something which I intend to keep. I'm now slowly charting and starting our own culture and traditions to keep things going. Moving on, we all are.....
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