Lately I have been forced to acknowledge and address the part fathers play in our lives. Not that I want to, but I see how friends from broken childhoods struggle with their need for a father figure. Sociologists explain that people neglected as kids tend to seek for a father figure to compensate for the loss of attachment Of course I am no different but I have learned not to place my trust in father figures, but in God as Father. I have no answer how to help these friends, but maybe love is still the answer. I seldom see my father, maybe once a week or two, but only for a few minutes to half an hour when he came home to check on us. Definitely less than an hour. Like most fathers then, my father never kissed or hugged me or held my hands. After I left for the States at 27, we saw each other once every three years or so until his death. The happiest memory of my father is seeing him at my wedding, where he had fainted spells. He passed away a month later after the wedding. I am indebted to him, but I wished we were closer.
I had to visit the doctor today (19th) for a sore throat, but was more surprised that I have dropped another few pounds. Now I am down to 157 lbs. The exercise is really paying off since I have lost more than 15 lbs. from summer on by walking 45 mins at night and eating nothing more than a small bowl of rice. Even though I have sore throat, I am pretty rested this week. Sometimes work is overstimulating, so half-time is just right for me. Humor: I called Wife to ask her if we still have bananas at home. She said, "1 香蕉 (Hong Kong Cantonese) left, but no 公蕉 SEA Cantonese)!" I hope you get the joke.
