February 26th, 2013
On this past Valentine’s Day morning, as our family headed to the airport, it was especially warm and sunny outside. Light seemed to be guiding us along (you can see how it beamed so beautifully behind me as we waited for the plane to take off). And I was hopeful that I would soon see my ailing father in Hong Kong.
We arrived sixteen hours later – at night – when all light was absent.
We went straight to our hotel and I immediately went to the concierge desk to get translation help calling the hospital. I was hoping to visit my father that night. But the conversation was not at all what I had expected. The nurse on the other end of the phone told me that at 3am, Hong Kong time, my father had passed away. This was around the time we were taking off from Newark Airport to see him. I wonder, was he heading towards the light as we were moving away from it? Or were we basking in the glory of it at the same moment…on opposite ends of the earth.
We planned this trip more than six months ago, knowing my father was ill, but that I had time to get to Hong Kong and see him at least one more time. So I ask myself why is it that I arrived literally within hours of being able to see him, and yet it wasn’t in time?
I know that he left peacefully in his sleep, surrounded by relatives and loved ones and this blessing is what matters to me most. I’m also very grateful that several days before his passing, I was able to share loving words with him over the phone. Also, my mother told me that on the day that my father passed away, three nurses on three separate occasions read out loud a letter I had sent to him. Although I wasn’t able to be with him in person I would like to believe that he could still feel my spirit through my words.
The days following were a blur…the crowded and intense Hong Kong energy mirrored what I was feeling inside.
Yet, I kept noticing peaceful signs of encouragement…around the streets…
…and all the way up the mountain top.
This sign was a whisper to me as well…and I know I should be still and listen.
Faith tells me that whenever there is darkness on the path, there is also light…
…and signs of hope.
It is also true that our paths are not always clear – sharp and painful obstacles are inevitable.
However, it’s good to keep going…one step at a time. And all the while spreading light as we go along. This is what my father taught me, and this is what I know to be true.
Before I end this post I would like to thank those of you who’ve left me such wonderfully kind and supportive messages on my last post and through your emails. Please know that your good energy is well received.
Also, you can visit Create Mixed Media, where I have shared some further thoughts on light and love…in art and in life.