Got a call from my dad yesterday that the husband of my former nanny (as I called him Uncle Ching) who brought me up for the first 12 months of my life is in a critical situation and he should pass away any time.
I was shocked but not surprised by the fact that he is dying of nose cancer as I knew that for a long time but I wasn't prepared that it would come in on my dad's birthday and the last day of my first school term.
I visited him last year when I was back in Hong Kong for holidays and he was physically weak, barely able to talk and had to rely on nutrition water as he wasn't able to eat at all but he was mentally strong, very strong. He talked to me about experience bring me up , how he invited me to go police club back then and talking about great things about soccer.
Finally, the bad news came straight after I woke up this morning. My father told me over msn that he passed away peacefully at 22:51 GMT+8 yesterday night. I prepared for it, but I couldn't still bear so much. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, I was too sad to cry. Cancer has hollowed him up, slowly but very painfully. Cancer has taken away someone who I loved so much.
Hopefully this story can motivate more people to join in the fight against cancer.
