2 years ago today, my father passed away.
I was working when I got a call from his nurse. Ironically when he stopped the last breath, I was taking care of another patient.
Today , because of the 2 year, I had to do the memorial service for him. Normally all family gather for the service but it’s only me.
To have the service , I had already got an appointment for the priest. And I prepared some flowers and his favourite fruits and sweeties .
At the temple, the priest prayed for him, then he told me some stories about Buddha , also how we have to be, etc.
Time is flying by. Already 2 years…