That was the day that I had my last conversation with my Father. I woke up early Sunday morning to get ready for work. At that time, I was working for a high brand retailer. I had my breakfast along with orange juice. I took a walk to the Transit Mall ( major bus stop ) which took me about thirty minutes walk there. I walk slow, and I still do. When I got there, I waited for about fifteen minutes for the bus to arrive. I killed some time by playing my games on my iPhone. When I got on the bus, I was in a gaze by looking out of the window. I told myself that I need to get on the train in the next few days or so. When the bus stop by my work, I step off and went to get my usual drink from Starbucks. After resting awhile at Starbucks, I went to work. At work, in the beginning, it was kind of slow, so I did some small projects here and there before it got busy. It got busy around noon. I did a lot of customer service that day. During my shift, I told myself that I was going to call my Father since it awhile that I last spoke to him. At that time, he was in and out of the hospital due to infection while he had his gallbladder removed. I had my lunch at Fire Wings. After my lunch, I went back to work. It was a roller coaster ride that afternoon. After work, I went to the bus stop and waited for my bus. I killed some time until the bus arrived. When the bus dropped me off near my house. I called my Father, and we talked for about a good twenty minutes. We talked about baseball but mainly we talked about his health, he told me that he was very optimistic about going home by the end of this week. And that he was going to call me during that weekend. I told him briefly about stocks and he said that he was going to teach me some stock trades. At the end of our conversation, I told him that I love him and his famous words “I love you more.” When I got home, I had my dinner and hang out with my housemates. That was the day, I last spoke to my dad. I think about him every day and I hope he approves on how I have been handling with all of this legal process, my mental process, and what I wanted to do in LIFE.
The picture in this post was taken by someone in the same area where my dad lived on the very day that I last spoke to him.
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