3 calls

Just before my trip to Hong Kong, my dad called me up. My dad normally doesn't do so. He said "Hey karipap, me and mom are going on a trip to Italy this Friday, so, try to call back ..."

I sometimes am so busy that I tend to neglect my pious duties of calling to check on my parents.

I did as my father advised. Spoke to my mom. My dad was happy.

The day of my parents' trip, my dad calls me from the airport. He says "we're here at KLIA. Our flight is just after midnight, wish us the best". My dad called at 830pm. Doh, I thought. But I did as my father told me.

At the same time when my parents went to Italy, I went over to Hong Kong to resolve some operational issues. On Tuesday afternoon, I get a call from my brother. He said "Something happened to dad. He has passed away".

3 calls that changed my life... dad.. I miss you...