It brings us joy and validation when others express gratitude and appreciation to us, knowing our efforts are valued. This is crucial for those nearing the end of their lives as it provides peace and contentment, as well as for oneself to let go of the dying individual.
In quiet moments with my father, I reminisce and express gratitude and admiration to him.
I'm grateful to him for tirelessly supporting our family for decades, working six days a week, regardless of the weather. He never hesitated to provide for our household and his daughters' education, sacrificing his own needs.
I appreciate his expertise in household tasks like plumbing, electrical work, and carpentry. He installed wheels on every home appliance for easy movement and brought my fanciful ideas to life, creating hanging cabinets, doors, and a plant shelf from recycled materials.
I admire him as the world's best chef. Various Indonesian dishes like meatballs, potato balls, oxtail soup, "巴d," "羅爹," "黨sang," "糯米巴巴," "古wei啦嗶s"... you name it, he could make it.
I appreciate the love and affection my father has shown me. During my journalism years, he woke me up with the smell of his delicious homemade lunch every day at 11 a.m., treating me like a princess.
No one is entirely an angel or a devil. My father, with his moments of stubbornness and anger, brought us times of frustration and hurt. However, when I see him now as a fragile elderly man, I hold onto the gratitude and love that he provided.
