Today is the 26th death anniversary of my father. I was only 10 years old when he left us. Enlargement of the heart and all that was inside of his body has caused him in comma for two days and then he passed away. I was tempted to think, maybe if he had happened to be confined on one of the greatest hospital in the world, maybe they could save his life.
All those who knew my father knew that my father loved me verrrryyyy much. At my age then, I already knew and felt it. I loved my father, too. He was my first teacher long before I went to school. He was my teacher, not only academically talking; he taught me magic tricks, playing cards, mahjong, chess, checkered and he also enjoyed to introduced to me the newest gadgets on that time and taught me how to operate it. He built self-confidence in me.
Talking about playing cards, playing solitaire was one of the favorite past time of my father, and is to my mother. Funny thing is, it is my favorite way to relax, too. I love playing that at least 20 minutes before I go to bed. I enjoy the moment that my mind is free of anything else, and just thinking of my little play. And.... (hush), there is something I want to confess; while playing solitaire, every card that shows I gave revelation relating to my life. :) Of course, it is just a play. I don't take it seriously, right after the play, it is fully forgotten then.