It is Friday again. And I can remember the Friday in 6 weeks ago very well cause it had given me a deep and painful memory...
19 August 2011... the day my father passed away and 19 October 2011 is my convocation day (this was also my grandma's death date). It is so ironic! They are in the same date and only two months difference! Sometimes, I will imagine the situation my dad attends to my convocation. How will it feels like if he can be there with me sharing my happiness and see her daughter graduates... I guess, he must be very happy but he will just standing there and acting cool though deep in his heart he feels comforted that her daughter has graduated. But now... all this will not going to happen and he will not have the chance to attend my convocation anymore! He will not see her daughter wearing graduate attire and be conferred with bachelor degree on the stage...
3years ago, he was the one who sent me in to University. 3years later, he is not able to see me graduated from my University. I hated that he always get lost and wasted few hours time searching for the way back home after sending me back to university. I hated that I said I wanna show him the way back but he said he knew yet in fact he was not sure...
Dad, can you hear me in heaven? Do you know that I am going to have my convocation ceremony soon? Your 3rd daughter, the one that always like to make you angry is going to graduate and she really hopes that you can see that glorious moment!
