Father’s Day has had a hint of melancholy about it ever since the passing away of mother, as to date the day of celebration of Fatherhood had closely followed the day where the seven month long fight with terminal cancer by my mother, also my father’s wife and parter for nearly three decades, came to an end.
This year however, the two dates coincided and it is only now, with today’s grey skies and the smell of burning joss sticks at the family altar hanging the air that the fact she really is no longer here, has sunk in.
Right now, I’m eager to start afresh though am needing to bide my time before I think I am able to head for 香港 (Hong Kong). Northampton, where I am now, will probably remain home for some time yet as come since I am the only close family member my father has and for however much filial piety my mother managed to instil in me, I do feel duty bound to keep my father company.
Looking forward, there is still another half of 2006 to go yet… and given the ups-and-downs of the last three years, I do suppose literally anything is possible, hopefully of an auspicious kind.
