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It's something I wrote on the 24th of June 2015 and it never made it out. 

Now, he has finally left us. On the 19th of August 2015. 22:50. He was declared dead by the doctor. 

So on this occasion, I would like to remember who dad was. 

He was someone who loved his family more than anything. He'd do anything and everything he could to help. 

He was someone who worked harder than anyone and everyone else. The mentality of a boss even if he wasn't one, and he finally made it to the top. 

He was someone would care for other people even if he himself wasn't in exactly prime condition. 

He was someone who is loved by those who've met him. 

He would help the people around him without being asked, to the point of making others suspicious for hidden agendas, even when he had none. 

He was someone who loved me more than anyone else in my family. 

He would call me every night to check where I was. 

He would stay up late every night to wait for me to come back home. 

He would prepare my room for me everytime I went out of town for a while so that when I came back home, it'll be ready for me to sleep in (he even changed the sheets, made the bed, air my room and turned on the air con so it'd be cool when I'm back). 

He did the laundry and ironed all the clothes until yhere wer no more creases at all, in fact, the clothes that were supposed to have creases suddenly became a super neat clothes, a different style than what was intended. 

He would cut the fruits for us to eat brcause he knew we won't eat them

If they're not cold and unpeeled. 

He would call people up to see how they're doing, just to see if they're fine. 

He would come to talk to me when I have clashes with mom just to make sure we'd make up. 

He would not do the things that would make me angry/in bad mood even if I was the one who were supposed to do them. 

He asked me to remember that if I ever have a crazy, unexplainable headache, that it may be caused by this one accident where this huge white board fell on top of my head when I was still a kid and it caused a huge bump on my head (even if it was years ago and I am completely healed from that). 

He did that when he himself was sick. 

He was someone who was strong and have a big will to live life. 

He loved to travel and to spend time with a lot of people, close family and friends. 

He loved to eat noodles and kwetiaw and pork of course. 

He also loved to eat ices, even if he wasn't allowed to. 

He loved to take videos of our family and friends when we travel. 

He loved to take pictures of us. 

He's the first (and so far the only) to kiss the back of my hand. 

Dad with his short comings and kindness and strength has support this family with all his might. He loved with all he is. And I wasn't grateful enough because I didn't understand his form and actions of love. 

He was someone with little words and socially awkward, yet everyone would praise him as a very good and kind person. Every single one of them. 

Well, I know saying I want him back won't change anything. 

I know that this is not some extremely long nightmare that I can get out of, no matter how much I wish it is. How I wished I could just wake up from this and go and find him smiling, or at least asking "what do you want to eat today?"

And I know that God is good no matter what. 

So I pray that now that he's not in pain anymore, that Jesus will be his High Priest. That we will meet again someday in heaven, and together we'd praise God, how good He is. And maybe the drama of when Jesus saved him and resurrect him from the dead and bring him to life everlasting.