My dad was hardly around when I was growing up so it was up to my mom and my grandparents to raise me and my sister. Although, I do remember going fishing with my dad a few times when I was three or four. He taught me how to catch crabs using a fishline and a straw. Genius! He also saved me when I slipped and fell into the water. So I can't really hate the dude for not playing a major role in my life, he saved my life after all! Still, I remember vividly the first time I saw him make my mom cry. I was four then. It was dark out. She went out the back and instead of getting her a soft kleenex, I got her a rigid, Bounty paper towel to wipe her tears. Silly me. I can't believe I still remember that.
Anyway, my yeh-yeh (cantonese for grandpa) took excellent care of me and taught me valuable life lessons. He just passed away eight months ago and I miss him like crazy. This was one of the last photos I took of him. I miss all the hilarious stories he used to tell me. Like, don't ever leave the fan on all night because you'll die. Ha! The one thing he made sure I never forget is how hard my mom worked to support the family. So, Happy Father's Day, yeh-yeh and mom!