Finding closure to his own father's, death, using the wood carvings, to express how much he'd missed his father, and in the end, the piece helped him let go of the loss that he'd felt from his own father's, death, translated…
My father passed suddenly, no signs of illness, not left a single word to us. At the time I was serving in the armed services, couldn't see him one last, time, and that made me regretted to this day, I'd taken a whole week off, to see him off.
For the designated hours of the days, my mother called on the Buddhist masters to recite the verses for him, to help his soul to nirvana. I'd clasped my hands together, stood before the shrine, followed the master in chants.
what he'd turned the love he felt of his father into...
After the affairs are sorted through, don't know why, I keep on seeing the gentle smile of Buddha, and so, something hit me, in the shortest possible time, I'd, managed to, sculpt a statue of the Buddha, sitting. Was it good, does it resemble Buddha, I really could, care, less. Or maybe, it's because of my ties to my own father, or maybe, I was enlightened by Buddha, I'd used my imagination, along with the sadness the sorrows that came with my father's, departure, stubbornly, completed, my very first, challenge from beginning, to, end.
As my father's ashes is being sent to the towers, I'd focused on carving, and conversed with my father in my, memories, I'm certain, that the Buddha I'd carved, can take him to heaven, leaving all his, earthly worries, behind.
So, this is how you commemorate your own father after he was gone, you'd carved out a statue of Buddha with him in your mind, and, that was your way of finding the closures you'd needed to accept that your father is, dead.
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