In memory of my father
My father was very special. He was a scientist who was superstitious and believed in things science couldn’t explain. He believed in something higher than us, in energy and life in other dimensions. As a man, he was not the ideal example of how to be a (gentle)man or an investor. As a father he showed his love by spoiling us, supporting us with the things we wished (toys, foods, quality time, amusement parks, waterparks, music instrument, game consoles). He was calm and treated me like a prince. Every time I think of my father I can feel his unconditional love, he always wished us the best, it feels so warm.
It’s sad, we didn’t have a lot of time together. I remember when we talked and laughed like we were friends, I remember the time we had fun together, sitting on his shoulders, learning Judo, eating noodles at 1 a.m., dressing me up and bringing me to school when I was lazy, meditating together, I truly miss him.
He always believed that his children were angels before they were born. I remember that as a kid I never trusted anyone, not even myself. The first time I learnt to trust someone is when he promised me that it wouldn’t hurt when he cut my nails. He tought me how to bike eventhough he couldn’t. He said that I can do it, I believed him. He always told me that once I’ve grown up, I will be smart, successful, powerful and superrich. I am the one who will create good karmas and make the world better. He claimed that he is not as high ranked as me and when I can, I should make good karmas for him, making the world a better place and he will rest in peace.
Every time I think of him, I get so emotional and become the little child I used to be, as if taken a time machine. His words never left me.
Rest in peace Sahatchai!
You will always be a part of me and I will keep my promise.
Love, your Gampan