Remembering My Father

Today I visited the shrine where my father's (ancestral) tablet lay rest. He passed away peacefully four years ago - in his sleep.
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My father was a simple man and a man of a few words.
I remember his silence. When we were together, even in silence, I could feel his happiness and contentment.
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Now in silence in the empty hall of the shrine, it is as if I feel his presence again. This silence is moving and powerful.