My Dad

I drew this while taking my overnight shift of caring of my dad in the hospital. He fell off the stairs after doing his prayers. He cracked his pelvic bone and vomited blood thereafter. I am quite lost. I am usually quite a calm person but when this happen to my closest and dearest, I lost all bearings.

I didn't know what else to do, except some sketches while the thoughts and memories of him flashes through my mind. He was a gentleman. God fearing.

(me and my Abah)

Usually an observer would say, you are so much like your dad. In my case, noone says that. Me and my dad are the total opposite. I am outspoken, complex, an extrovert, outgoing and extremely rebellious. Age actually help simmer me down.

My dad is the exact opposite. He is quite reserved. He is an introvert. He is a poet and he recites poetry. He is a simple man that has very little material cravings. In other words he is closer to God than to Gold. He is such a law abiding citizen that you would never believe, he has never been issued any compound, be it traffic or littering compound. He is now 85 years old. I have my utmost respect for him and he is also quietly proud of me.

(me looking helplessly at my Abah as he lies on the hospital bed)

Get well soon Abah. I still need your guidance.