My dad’s way of helping people was very practical – he helped many get jobs, he mentored people with their careers, helped those who were truly down on their luck get on their feet so they could develop a good future for themselves and not be monetarily dependent or indebted. So people would come by seeking his help and guidance. In addition to his zest for life, my dad also loved helping people.
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Now as an adult, I wonder how he had so much energy after a full day at work he would come home, take a 20-minute nap, have a cup of tea, spend time with us kids, and then the rest of the evening would be spent socializing with however many people had come by. Anyone was welcome to drop by, and every evening after my dad got home from work, guests would drop by randomly. Our house would always be filled with people while we were growing up. He made friends easily, got along with people of all ages all my good friends liked him so it made life so much easier because we could all hang out together. He and my mom both brought joy into people’s lives, people liked being around them. At parties, he always had a group of people around him. He was full of life, had a great sense of humor, was charming, witty and sarcastic, had an amazing memory and was a great story teller. My dad’s birthday is tomorrow, and I have been filled with memories even more so. It’s taken me a long time to grieve and process their loss, and hardly a day goes by when I don’t miss them. To lose two people whom you love so much, in such a short span of time, especially when they weren’t old yet and were full of life (and their contemporaries are still partying and traveling around the world) – it was heartbreaking. I was very close to both my parents, so when he passed away just two and a half years after my mom did, I was devastated.
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