Dad

In loving memory of

Abraham Fook-Wah Kwok 20.8.1939 - 30.1.1999 Oh how I took Dad for granted. Took for granted all the things he did for me, the little things that were hard to see. He didn't always talk to us, but if we ever needed something done, He'd do them with no delay. That was Dad showing us he loved us in his own way. He worked every day in the garden in his last days before he went to heaven. Flowers he left us, to remind us of his presence. Traces of Dad are everywhere, I see him in the lounge room, I see him at the dinner table, I see him in his study, I see him in the garden. I remember one night not long ago, when he came into my room. I remember him sitting on my beanbag, the only time he's stayed in my room to chat. We shared about our struggles at church, we looked at the Bible together. I thank God for that opportunity, though i wish there'd be more, but that one time I treasure. Dear Dad, three words I don't remember ever saying to you, "I love you" oh how i regret it now, they're such simple words, Yet my pride stopped me from saying them. Nor have i shown through my actions, these three little words "I love you" If only i had awakened earlier on saturday morning or come home earlier on friday night, I still might have had the chance... But we all rejoice in the fact that you're resting with God now watching over us from above. but we miss you, Dad, miss your presence around the house your presence we took for granted... Dad, I took for granted, your willingness to go down to the shops to buy me Coke when I wanted. Dad, I took for granted, your willingness to find my blades from amongst the mess in the garage. Dad, I took for granted, your desire to hear about my ministry. Sorry for all the hurtful things I've said to you in the past, I can only wish now that I could take them back. Dad, there are people outside in the lounge room now, people who care. I don't want to go out there, I don't know what to say to them, they don't know what to say to me. No words can ever bring you back. Dear God, I thank you and praise you for who you are, Lord, I thank you that you are God, that you understand exactly how I feel, as you youself lost a loved one, when you sent your one and only Son to die on the cross for us, you, too, lost one close to you. Lord, I thank you that Jesus died for us, died so we can have eternal life, died so we can be saved from God's anger, died so Dad can now be with you. Died so we can be saved, thank you Lord, for saving Dad. Lord, I thank you for blessing me with Dad, for blessing me with such a great man. Lord, I thank you that he introduced you to me when I was a child. Lord, help us to remember that this life is only temporary. that we, like Dad, will one day leave our earthly bodies to be with you in heaven. Thank you for freeing Dad from earthly pain, thank you for taking him home. thank you that he is closer to you now than he's ever been. dear Father God, please look after my Dad. please help us to live with patience, as we await the day when we'll see Dad again. In your Son's precious name I pray, AMEN HEART FOR THE SOULS by Abraham Kwok My 'sharing' at Dad's Memorial Service The Rev Abraham Fook-Wah Kwok Memorial Fund Dad's Headstone @ Rookwood Cemetery Photos

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