Almost exactly a year ago, my Father, Lim Choo Wong (who I sometimes called Choo-Choo Train), passed away.

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I wanted to put up a website memorial shrine or something but I would have to do something that would really honor him (honor was a big thing to him, and yes, he was like a Klingon in that regard).

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I'm not worthy… yet!

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Dad, thanks for:

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-supporting me even though my eccentricity bothered you many times (I know it did)

-listening to me when I told you about Asperger's Syndrome and serving me a hot meal… one of the last

-spanking me hard enough to teach me a lesson but not so hard that it could be called child abuse

-throwing birthday parties for me even though I didn't care

-reminding me I have to appreciate my real friends in real life

-showing me the value of hard work, even when you fall off a ladder all bloody

-covering my eyes when we watched Tales From The Crypt, that episode with Danny DeVito getting chainsawed in half

-not covering my eyes upon subsequent viewings of horror movies

-taking me fishing — maybe some day I'll get it

-teaching me honor and the value of a handshake in this day and age of shame

-cooking grilled cheese sandwiches. I don't think I'll ever eat one again, and if I do, it will have to be for a special occasion.

-never forgetting my birthday

-letting me be me, and being there since Day -0.

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Bye Dad, I miss you and I love you . . .

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"I'm growing up, but I haven't even begun to eat the first potato."