On Father's Day

My father hasn't been the greatest dad. He left when I was 11 years old to be with God. I never stopped questioning to this day, why. 

Still, that hasn't stop me from loving and missing him tremendously. 

I have to admit memories of him have become rather vague as I aged. But there will always be the few that will forever be etched in my head. 

Like the days when he would teach me how to draw together with his little students during art classes. Or the days when he would bring us out for supper on week days. Or the days when he would bring home a soft toy whenever he traveled and returned from his art workshops or exhibition trips. I still keep most of them in a vintage wooden chest that I have bought few years back specifically for this reason. 

When father's day arrived again this year, I was thinking of him again and wanted to know how much the world still remembers him. Turns out, people still do. At least a handful does. I found this article and this article that was published back in 1965 and 2012 respectively that has indicated how amazing an artist he was, right until the day he left. It reminds me of how proud I am of my father all over again.

To know that the National Art Gallery and National Stadium still hold pieces of his works, and to know that he's made history in his own way by designing stamps as well as making his mark within the media industry by designing the first few series of national television logos give me an overwhelmed sense of bittersweet pride. Had it not been his early departure, I'm certain that he would have achieved a lot at present day if he was still around. I'm still immensely proud of him nevertheless. Hopefully he knows it.

Rock steady x