Good morning all. It’s a rainy morning with a hot cup of ☕, a clear mind and some light jazz. Some moment of peace before work chaos begins.

Today marks another year I lost my dad. I was fortunate to grow up with a wonderful father. He pushed his way out of extreme poverty to get us to middle class. He was a forklift driver who did his bachelors at 40, and went all the way to earn double doctorate with one in theology. He spent the last decade of his life focusing on church and helping the poor and illiterate communities. He set up a Bible college that is now ran by the local pastors community of churches. Growing up I didn’t like being called the pastor’s daughter (the expectations! lol) but I’m really proud of being my father’s daughter. It’s always a comfort and a reminder when I feel a little lost and scared.

My dad was wise, kind and funny. When we started working and earning, there were many things we did to spoil our parents - like holidays and latest gadgets (my dad loved tech). But I wish I did more for his health. While some illness have no cure, in his case, it could have been prevented with the right healthcare, diet, and exercise.

I learnt along the way that your body is just a vessel. Get it fixed in whichever way you can. It’s the person that matters the most. When the body dies, it’s game over. The person dies with it and there’s no turning back, no second chances, no more memories in the making. I’m grateful my mom’s health today is at her finest. But there is so much more I want to achieve so that I can do more for my family and everyday, that’s the only thing that keeps me going.

Here’s to another day, as difficult as it can get. May it take us closer to all our dreams