The 6th day dragged into the 7th day as I watched papa go down fighting at the emergency room of KLGH. My papa was a fighter all his life. Strangely for me, as last night turned to today, I saw a virtue of my father that had always been there if not for the cloud of his selfishness that prevented me from fully appreciating it. The virtue of never giving up.
Nope Gan Peng Chew was no quitter for as long as I can remember. My first encounter of his tenacity was at 7, when he literally jammed the brakes of his Simca right in the middle of a country road, in the dead of the night, to wrestle an armadillo. He won. We had armadillo stew the next day. My father taught me more about life than I will ever realize or even care to admit, but he did.
I am really proud of this man, proud he had me for a son and I will miss him very much. I love you Papa.
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i have never seen, let alone read a son's appreciation of a dead father who didn't know how to show love to his son...(but then again,we're all man)many stories i could share too,about the father of my father....the stuff that he was made of has inspired me to stand the pain i will face in the near future....but he has also taught me by dying,that i have a father that i should be very proud of....god,i should stop,its almost like i'm writting my own blog....anyway,i love you chong tao fatt and i am very proud of you....
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