It wasn’t intentional but it is quite accidental that I handed in my resignation today – just like 3 years ago when I got that phone call – the darkest day of my life so far.

I have been doing lots of exercise for the past few months – I remember when I was a kid (SD?), my dad was concerned with my weight – he continually asked my weigh myself. I guess that’s how he shows that he cares.

Dad was a very keen tennis player, he played very regularly perhaps 2-3 times a week maybe more. I am not sure whether he did competitive tennis much – I do know that he at least came runner up in mens double in perhaps local competition – perhaps the trophy is still there back home. It’s quite ironic that it is tennis that takes his life away – well that’s not entirely correct – it is God who knows the timing of everything, He knows the time when Dad had to go home.

Naturally he wanted me to follow his passion for tennis, although he never mentioned to me (as far as I can remember). He did get me to take badminton lessons for few years and then few years he got me to take tennis lessons. Unfortunately back then I was quite bad at sports, sports of any sort just don’t interest me much, I just don’t have the lungs for it. After awhile he asked me to play tennis with him once or twice – I guess he wasn’t that impressed with my progress and that also further discouraged me from liking tennis.

During my early years of university, I got chance to pick tennis again and I did find enjoyment in it, it turned out I wasn’t so bad at it. It has crossed my mind few times to ask my dad to play tennis with me whenever he visited me here. However it’s just never happened.

During my teenage years, I was quite into rock music, there was a rock segment on one of radio stations that I like to listen to every day (I think it’s from 8-9pm). Now of course Dad has a very different taste of music, but one thing that I notice every now and then was – when we were on the car and it’s around that time – Dad would tune the car radio to that station, which was quite weird and sort of embarrassing listening that kind of music with your parent.. I am not really sure what goes to his mind – but I’ll take it that’s another unspoken care that he wanted to show. If there’s a one lesson that I can learn from my dad is: talk to your children often, share your feelings with them, don’t ever let them second guess you.