As soon as I got home, I woke up my dad and gave him a big bear hug!! Daddy's not-so-little girl is home from a long trip... I was really happy to see him and i'm sure he was happy to see me too...
...UNFORTUNATELY after our hug, he held my hand and said the worst things a daughter would want to hear... Death... And a few days later daddy pasted.. I miss him dearly but like the elders would say, "You may shed as many tears as you want but that person will not return". (Translate it into Hmong, it sounds so much better) I've learned to accept his death but everyday I wake up to an empty house. You look around and see everyone else sitting around but dad is no where to be found. Missing in action? I wish!!
May you rest in peace Daddy; Vang Meng Vue.
Kuv txiv, koj yog tug zoo tshaj, tsis muaj leej twg yuav lo pauv tau koj. Kuv yuav nco nthsoo koj tus txhiaj tshig mus tag ib txhiab ib txhis. Thov kom koj mus dawb mus huv, hma tsis dawm tes, hluab tsis dawm taw. Koj mus vaj ua tsev tos kuv niam peb, ib hnub twg peb mam li rov los nrog koj nyob ua koj me tub me nyuam. Kuv hlub koj. <3 <3 <3 Forever you'll be remembered.
-Mai Yia