My Father
I'm gonna write something unusual here: my father. My late father, to be exact. He passed on away in February 2016 at the age of 68 due to stroke. disclaimer : very long post. My father was an asshole. That's the statement I made for him when I did "The Work by Byron Katie" - to handle my hatred for him - after his death. That indicates how much I haven't been able to fully forgive him even after he turned into ashes. Friends that grew up with me knows very well that I don't bring up the topic father. In my conversation, people noticed that I will mention about my mom here and there, but will never bring out the word Father that some may think he no longer exists. I grew up in poor condition family. We stayed in a kampung house - cement floor, wooden wall & zinc roofing. No air-conditioning, no ceiling fans & we will need to walk 10m outside from our house to use a common shared toilet with the other vil...