Two memories insinuated themselves into my consciousness again during the evening.
One, as I was stirring some Campbell’s cream of asparagus over the stove, I remembered how my great-grandmother used to prepare Campbell’s soup, usually cream of chicken or mushroom, together with her version of French fries and roast chicken when I was in primary school.
That was her western menu, which my siblings and I regarded as a real treat.
She died four years ago, the day before I called out to Jesus to save me.
Two, as I was washing up, I thought back to the precise moment I decided I had enough of my father.
We were having supper at the famous Bedok North ba chor mee and my father lighted up his cigarette after he had finished his bowl. Hating the stench of cigarettes, as I always had and still do, I simply stood up and walked away until it was time to return home.
He quit a few years later. But I never got over my unadulterated revulsion of cigarettes and the foul, noxious fumes engendered by it.
Dying from cancer now, no thanks to all those years of inhaling poison, his presence in our home resonates with every horrible hacking and wheezing of his throat and lungs.
Smokers’ cough, I do believe it’s called.
hello..jus wanna sae dat after all,ur dad is still ur dad..u mite not like the wae sumone turns out,but ultimately,love them like God does..forgive…even though u mite not forget..i’m sure God wants u to forgive ur dad,n to show the compassion u haf in u..jus dun follow in the footsteps of ur dad if he isnt rite..but dun hold it against him..follow in Jesus’s footsteps,n alwaes remind urself,wat would Jesus do in ur situation.God bless!
juz passed by this blog and thot i’d comment! if we expect God to love us through the wrongs we do…we hav to first learn to forgive “forgive not seven, but seventy seven times a day” as found in the bible.
instead of walking away from the table, y not play a part in helping him quit? At this point, he needs more love from the family, n having said that he HAS quit smoking already, doesn that deserve some credit? im sure u lurv your dad deep down inside… Hate the sin, but lurv the sinner
God bless
after browsing yor blog, i got the idea that you’re a christian and arsenal freak (no offense, because everyone, and even I have something to be obssesed about). but at least we got one thing in common, dear: we both hates cigarettes? do you, in any way, happen to hate alcohol as well?
ps.i know you hate cup noodles too, but there’s no way i’ll entirely stop from eating it
Well, i wouldn’t say i hate alcohol. But i only drank one alcoholic drink last year and that was a small bottle of beer.
I’ll drink it if i’m in the mood but, given a choice, i’d probably rather not drink.