Grace Tu

Grace Tu

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

You Stop, You Go

And I stopped on the side of the road to capture that

Then I drove away

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Happy Father's Day

The year before last year I went back to Taiwan and before coming back I met with my whole family for dinner. There were around twenty family members in that room of the restaurant and in the middle of the dinner my grandpa pulled me aside and told me as a host I should make a speech. “Talk about your father perhaps” he said.

Totally unprepared I stood at the end of the table and began to talk. I made a few witty comments and then, looking at a table of people who admire my father probably just as much as I do, I started to describe how grateful I am to have him in my life, how much I have learned from him, and how he symbolizes great integrity and compassion for me. Just like that, as embarrassing as it is, I started to cry.

The thing is that I have never spent a lot of time with my father. When I was little I saw my dad once every two weeks because he had always been very busy at work. We lived in different cities so me and my sister could receive better education. On the weekends when we got to spend time with my dad, he would wake the family up early in the morning and took us hiking. I was always terrified and angry because I had serious trouble balancing myself going downhill. Then came high school years where I still were only able to see him once every two weeks, but decided somehow that spending time on schools and friends are more important than spending time with my family. At the age of 17 I came to Canada, a three-hour drive away became a twelve-hour flight away, and twice a month became once a year.

Despite all that he had done for me, all his hard work, his dedication to the family, and being my role model for all these years, I never truly thank him until that speech at the dinner.

Dear Father,
Thank you and Happy Father’s Day.