Tomorrow Bill, Brook and I will be traveling to Hong Kong to see my father, who unfortunately has fallen terribly ill. He is in the hospital, but there is nothing more that they can do for him. My mother is there by his side, trying to nurse him with Chinese medicine and has been praying for him non-stop…with hope in her heart.
My father has been ill for a while and he’s been getting treatment, which has given him some time…but now I fear he is running out of time. It is up to God now to decide. I want him to see me and my family…to know that we are okay and not to worry. I want him to know that my mother will be okay, and that I will take care of her. It has been over 6 years since I’ve last seen either one of them (getting to the other side of the world has not been easy to do). But I am able to go now…and I want to bring him peace.
Last night I was able to reach him by phone (my mother had to hold the phone to his ear so that he could hear me). And although he could not talk to me (his cancer has spread to his lungs and he is on oxygen), I could hear him breathing as I spoke…and I could hear him trying to speak in response to the words that I so desperately needed to tell him. I asked him to save his energy and not try to speak…I only wanted him to be able to receive my words of appreciation for him. And to know that the love he has given me throughout my growing up years has been well received, and has been passed on to his granddaughter Brook. His love lives within me and will live on within her as well…and it will stay strong and bright and beautiful, I promise.
My father (Reverend Philip Lee) spent his entire life as a pastor and spiritual leader…a devoted Christian through and through. For over 6 decades he’s preached all over the States and has continued to spread messages of God throughout Asia and much of the world. I so very greatly admire his deep devotion to God.
My father has taught me so much about the true meaning of life and all through example by living every day with love in his heart. He has always been kind and compassionate towards everyone, and he always lent a hand whenever possible. Growing up I watched him share his amazing gift of being able to move others to do the same. My father’s light is giving and beautiful and warm, and I love him.
May the power of “one love” forever live on.
I don’t know if I’ll make it to my father’s side in time to see his sweet face one last time…I hope so. Yet I trust that God will grant us whatever is best. I trust this because it was God who gave me my father to begin with (he adopted me and brought me to America at the age of four). I believe that this has all been for a good reason…and perhaps a more deeper understanding will reveal itself to me as I move through this marvelous life on earth.
May we each find peace on earth…and beyond.