I don't talk much about my first family
my dad leaves today to retire back home in laos (where I was born)
he came to canada with my mom so that we would have more choices (top right photo was taken just before we came to canada) - you can see where lil' p gets her hair from - the woman in front of him is my mom. they both came to canada with a few bags and hope in their hearts.
they struggled to carve a life for us and never complained
I owe everything I do to my dad - he has taught me to love making things
with my hands - and made me who I am today.
he is one of my biggest supporters (bottom right photo - yes I was in the air cadets - we were pretending to be all serious - we're both not)
I remember as a disgruntle teenager complaining about how busy my after school job was and he said "you should never complain about being busy, it means you will have work"
his hard work ethics always stuck with me
when I decided to go to art school - he was the one who drove me to my interview
and waited outside for me to hear all about it - he came to my art openings and even if he didn't understand my art work he would find nice things to say
I remember when I was 19 and got a job in maine (my first time away from home) and the look on his face of trepidation but also so much trust - and as he said good-bye he squeezed me hard and push a bag of peeled and cut fruit into my hands
he taught me to drive a car and was so patient even when I would drive too close to the curb
he always listened to my stories and all my aspirations in life
as I got older and tried to make a go at my career - I admit the visits were not as frequent
but I still relished our phone calls - and now that he will be so far away - it saddens me deeply
with guilt that I didn't visit him more often when he was closer - I will miss him dearly and hope to see him soon.