Today is my father’s 11th death anniversary. I can still recall the moment I was beside him on his bed a few minutes before he died. I couldn’t stop from crying.  I wailed like I had lost the most important person in my life.  Dad was a great man. He was strict with all of us his children, but he taught us about life. He was wise and very intelligent. When I was young, I couldn’t appreciate the long talks he would give us almost every night after dinner. I would get too sleepy and he would yell at me and said that I wasn’t interested in what he was talking about  (well, back then, I really wasn’t). I was always afraid to make mistakes as he would scold me just about every mistake that I committed. But as I grew up and faced life on my own, I realized how valuable all his teachings were. I realized how fortunate I was to have had a father who never got tired of talking and teaching his children the important things about life. I loved my dad so very much. And I miss him a lot. Wherever he may be right now, if he is listening to me, I’d like to say these words to him “thanks, dad… for being a very important part of my life.  I miss you”.