It has only made me learn that it is more important to treasure the person who is alive alive then to cry for the person when he/she is dead...
I think I am excessively indulging my dad a lot more than I should but when he's happy, I feel the warmth and joy of making him happy and seeing him happy. I would have wished my mom was around to have enjoyed the same light, but we do wish for a lot at times...
Still, I managed to say the 3 words to her when she was well and alive... "I love you" (being true blue chinese, its pretty tough to cough it out but I wanted her to know that even when there were times I was bad/naughty, I loved her...)
She was embaressed and looked a tad awkward, replied..."so mushy!"
That was just sooooo sweet... *sighs* sweet memories last a lifetime...
