Last present from my dad

My dad left many things for us, with good and bad, we tried not to recall the bad, just the best. He left us the characteristics of value-ing friends and relatives so much, helping them financially (a way too kind hearted), and the optimistic characteristics he possessed always make him a person that make fun when speaking, make jokes when talking (but not for the time he reached home, he could be shouting at the home mess)><.

Besides these, there are particularly some present that daddy had left to us
For my brother, the present was a Chinese yo-yo. One day after school, he asked money from daddy to buy yo-yo for school's performance and competition. He is co-leader of the school team, where in this case, his old yo-yo is no longer competetive for performance, so he asked. Surprisingly, daddy just gave the money rm60 without objecting and asked brother to really take care of it. I had withnessed this process. Usually mum and us will try to deny his request, seeing that he has not been responsible enough in taking care of his things, but that time I was shocked daddy just fulfilled his request right away. This was the last present that daddy gave to brother.

For me, the present was a love from him. I remembered very clearly the dream just strucked me a week after the ceremony. The dream was illustrating the way he is leaving, he faint, somebody carried him upstairs to sofa (setting was in my house), then transferred him to bed because of sofa too small, then came the climax. Climax is the point where I got his present, it was me to said "Daddy I love you," and then he replied "I love you too" , I had never mentioned it in whole life of mine, (I dont remember any except if yes could be my young age), due to ego, due to centralism, due to shyness of expressing, that dream allowed me to speak it out, my last opportunity, to express my love directly, clearly to my father. I remember I was carrying him to the bed, I felt that his body was too light, which eliminate the worries of mine thinking that I might not able to lift him up, but it was just too light. Mum was sleeping beside him in the bed, after he had spoken love to me, mum said "finally, you can have a good rest", this concluded the whole dream, which was so amazing! I had eventually manage to express my love and got replide from him. I could never forget this, it was hardly deeply carved within my soul.

For my sister and mother, perhaps the present is the memories of him that left pieces in them. We almost cried everyday during chanting in the first week of ceremony. The memorial chanting had brough us together, which previously we never attempt to chant together, so united, so long. In the beginning of the losing period, we had our 1 hour for chanting in morning and night respectively, regardless of the tiredness and busy schedule. He had brought us together, and he left a spirit in mine, that I should bear the responsibilities to take care of family, to be bearable of hardships to sustain the faith in them.

Now, we have crossed the hard period, after so many tears and setbacks, so many aset settle-ups, lawyers meeting, we have settled down, with a refurnished house, refurnished emotion, refurnished faith and live.