Was actually casually talking with a friend about 'beer belly' and *snap* I am again reminded of him. I remember how I used to listen to the 'grumbling' sounds his belly makes, when he's at home taking his afternoon nap. My late Dad had a 40-inch beer belly! I can still somehow feel how comfortable it was to just put my ears on his belly and listen to the 'music'.
And when I heard this song, tears start to blind my vision.
超速工作 標準情人 也似確保不到我身份
幾多工作 幾多責任 你也不需身旁人擔心
義氣過人 只知每位親朋 亦鳴謝你留烙印
My late Dad was a man with few words... but I can remember every gesture, every word that he has spoken to me.
We may not be all lovey-dovey (if I may use that expression describing a father-daughter relationship) - but I know he loved me a lot, if not the most; amongst my siblings.
We can be so comfortable with each other that we don't need to utter a word for hours, in each other's company.
Yes, he was just a cab driver. No grand achievements. No leaving me a fortune as inheritance. Not even the finances to get me through my tertiary education. But he's the best father I ever had. He gave me the best he could.
He never discouraged me in anything I dabbled on. Of course, I was not involved with any illegal stuffs. He never hit me before (My mum takes the disciplanarian role!). He never even raised his voice at me. He never complained when I needed him to send me to college or pick me up from college after my night classes. He just never stopped loving me.
I am so missing him... but I do believe he is in a better place now. And because of that, I am happy that he is happy.