I love my precious parents

Memories

Last night I was remembering my parents when they were young.

They were married in 1963. They were so young, with their whole lives ahead of them. I feel so much tenderness and love towards those precious lives.

They were beautiful and handsome (every little kid thinks that, so I need to dig out a pic or two to show you).

They were accomplished. My father was named Chief Statistician of the Malaysian government at age 28. You can read his Wikipedia entry here.

My mother? No slouch in the brain department either. She founded and ran a successful consumer market research company in Kuala Lumpur. She ran a business, she raised a family. Can you imagine the guts that took in the 70s?

They were a beautiful couple.

But they never got the point of the other.

Without getting into the details, that is deadly to a marriage, and they are no longer together.

What I have today is them. Their deep deep love for their three children and three grandchildren.

Before the brain cancer, I used to tell myself that I needed to live up to my parents' accomplishments.

After the brain cancer diagnosis, I realized I never needed to live up to anything.

They love me unconditionally.

I love them unconditionally.

That's all that matters.