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My condolences to you, as well. I was hoping to hear that it got easier after a few days, though.My dad died of cancer a few months ago. It hasn't gotten any easier, we really miss him.
No orphans here, Minh. You can be an honorary part of the Skyking clan... You're never alone...Snakum said:Minh 'Orphan' Thong
Very touching words, my friend. It is sometimes "unfair" that life will throw us curve balls at the least expecting or desired times. I am sure he is in a better place now but unfortunately that is not much comfort to those who were blessed and honored by his presence here. He truly seemed like a "great" guy, I am sure he will be missed by a great many.Snakum said:My condolences to you, as well. I was hoping to hear that it got easier after a few days, though.
Despite my age, and despite having spent so many years on meditation cushions learning that the only thing we are generally guaranteed as human beings is change and suffering, I have really been having a hard time with this one. My brothers and I (four sons, no daughters) have always been very close to my Dad, and he was as much a 'best friend' as he was a 'father'. He was transfered a lot and so my family grew to be much closer than most, as we never had more than a very few close friends outside of the family. It was always "us against the world" sorta. He taught us how to ride motorcycles, break horses, drive a car and a boat, how to fish, work on anything mechanical, how to use a hammer or a hunting rifle, and a hundred other things that I have carried with me and have passed on to my own son. And despite being a big macho guy, who was an absolute wiz with a wrench or a hammer, he was also a very affectionate father and was always emotionally 'available'. Every single night, for as far back as I can remember, he hugged us and he told us he loved us, even as we grew into adulthood. It was never embarassing to him, nor to me.
As I was growing up, he maintined a full-time job and also another part-time job when he wasn't in school (Accounting Major), in addition to running the family farm, all so his sons would have opportunities in life that he never had while growing up dirt poor in the mountains of NC. I sincerely hope he died content in the knowledge that we have capitalized on the opportunity he paid so dearly for.
I think about him constantly, and I'm still waking up three or four times each night dreaming about him. I love him more than words can express, and I miss him more than I thought possible.
Minh 'Orphan' Thong