I've been wanting to blog this for a long time, but each time I have the time, I only have the energy to update my work stuff.
This post is about a most devoted husband I've known-my dad.
My mum is an opera addict, having performed and practiced cantonese opera from 16 to 60. She's now in her 60s and she still going strong in this artform.
My dad, not half as musically talented as my mum, enjoyed just chauferring her to and fro her practices. During his younger days he would wait around and see through her needs such as fetching her tea and buying her supper. Later as he got older, he would send her to the clan, then go home to nap or watch TV and be back in time to pick her up when practice is over.
Recently my dad just recovered from a mild stroke and we, the kids forbade him to drive. To curb his temptation so that he would take time off to recuperate properly (otherwise he would continue chauffering my mum and we caught him doing that several times), we had to do the cruel thing to sell off his car.
We encouraged our mum to carry on her pursuits to busy herself, but it also meant she would have to move out of the comfort zone to learn to take the public transport.
When my dad's health improved, he would saunter to the bus stop near our house to wait for his wife to come home from her bus ride.
When he got even better, he surprised my mum by taking the bus to the clan to meet her so that they can take the bus back together......and now apparently, is a regular ritual........and you should see the beam on my mum's face when she recounts this to us.
reminds to self - what is most important in this world is -true love, passion, honesty and GOD