Memories. Sometimes a memory can be difficult to recall. Other times, they just pop up during a very random time of day. Those random times, I would like to record here. Only specific memories. The ones of my dad who has passed. God rest his soul. Let's celebrate the life he lived. This blog is him -- through my mind. Through my eyes. Through my soul.

The first one:
I would often fall asleep on the couch in the living room downstairs at night. My parents would watch TV and I would doze off. When everyone was ready to go upstairs and sleep, my bed was in their room, my mom would turn off the lights downstairs and my dad would pick me up carefully to bring me to my bed. He would always try his best to not wake me up. Even as I grew up, grew heavier, he would still carry me as gently as he could.