I am profoundly injured by the loss of my father. Dad would have been 80 years old today. It pains me that he did not live to see his eighties. He was less than two months shy when he passed away. The pain and guilt only deepens for me when I think about how he died. He left this earth without me given him the things he would have wanted, like a family of my own. There is certainly peace in knowing where he is and that is with the Lord. Right now, I just miss him immensely. So I reflect on his life and the memories he gave us on this first posthumous celebration of the man that was my father, Myung Kyu Kang.
Daddy was a very kind, generous, gracious man that believed in me and his disciples more than we believed in ourselves. My dad’s eyes, they soften with age. But I remembered when those eyes would instill fear in those that opposed him while they instilled confidence in others he loved and cared for. I always felt safe and protected around my dad just by looking into his eyes. I still feel he is looking out for me now. Happy Birthday, Dad. I love you and miss you.